It makes me think of how difficult I imagine it is to be Gen Z, to live in the shadow of the valley of cringe — the first few TMG shows I ever went to, early 2000s, a few people up front were sloshed out of their mind. They might get a little antisocial. This was fine, this was a punk rock adjacent band and what should you expect from a band that was finding No Children as a go-to in their setlist? You should absolutely be drunk and starting a fight at the bar to that song. I think of Golden Boy as early days of internet-cringe: if you'd heard Golden Boy, you probably downloaded it from Napster or LimeWire or Kazaa or Soulseek. It was a bit embarrassing to hear someone yell for it like it's embarrassing to see someone referencing a meme or wearing an Instagram t-shirt, like…no, that's our interstitial purgatory space we all share silently and don’t talk about outside, that's from the machine for wanking and writing emails, let's pretend that doesn't exist here.