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Any band fronted by one Chad Wolf deserves three minutes twenty two of my time. I wouldn’t know the man or his music from Adam, but what a name. This single, from Carolina Liar’s debut Coming to Terms, is a crisp shot of carbonated pop-rock. Vocals that, in their tunefulness recall Bono on U2’s most commercially savvy (if forgettable) latter day efforts, sit atop a polished guitar-and-keys sound, all configured into a fleetingly pleasant song pulled vocally from the trusty pop-rock well of breakup angst. The chorus is catchy enough to bother you most of the day and it’s all inoffensive enough; something that would do well to get itself featured on a generic Californian teen drama series (update: apparently it has).