A person's twenties can be an uncomfortable, confusing decade. Though these "grown-ups" are still youthful, they desperately seek adulthood and the responsibilities associated with it while, simultaneously, they escape it. Those in their twenties may still want to be teens--they still carry camera phones to take photos for their Facebook profiles, still dress like MTV is shopping for them, and still party like their parents are out of town.
The American Autumn, unsurprisingly, is comprised of four twenty-somethings from Chicago, Illinois. Born and bred on pop-punk, they write what comes easy to them: fast, heartfelt songs with handclaps and catchy hooks. Their songs reflect the struggles and settings common to that "just out-of-college" era--a scuzzy bar, a struggling music scene, a superficial friendship, and love (or the lack thereof).
Guitarist Chris Marcanti's voice is young, but careful; he hits high notes without whining or whimpering. Chris and his brother Josh, the band's bassist, compliment each other as David Schwantes, the band lead guitarist, adds an additional, non-verbal voice to each song. Drummer Dane Erbach supplies a sturdy rhythmic backbone, muscles, and nervous system.
More than anything, though, The American Autumn are four friends that prefer to play a simple sort of punk-rock without the image, the misconceptions, or the melodrama. And, since they're wrestling with adulthood's weary advances anyway, they figure, "Meh, might as well incorporate this into our setlist somehow."
