There you are, then. The seen-it-all journalist with a tepid cup of coffee, the radio DJ with all of your songs predetermined by a computer, the major label A&R guy trying to extort this band from their current contract, or maybe the buyer for a retail store who has to figure out how many copies of yet another act might be downloaded on Itunes for ten bucks. Really though, you haven't got time for this shit. Why should you give a crap about Brand New's bio?
With [Deja Entendu] we put our ass on the line and delved out into a new thing, where we had no clue what would happen...
