Not a whole lot ever changes in the mu­sic of Vancouver's Needles/​/​Pins and in crap times like the past year-and-a-half, this fa­mil­iar­i­ty is rather com­fort­ing. They still play that cer­tain kind of punk rock… you know the one. The whol­ly un­sub­tle und un­apolo­get­i­cal­ly earnest, melod­ic, emo­tion­al and eu­phor­ic, the folk- and amer­i­cana-in­fused kind. The kind that in­evitably leads to em­bar­rass­ing sin­ga­longs and awk­ward dis­plays of emo­tion from con­cert au­di­ences. Dis­gust­ing, man. I miss it so much…