There’s something endearing about cold honesty. Something captivating about knowing a person is laying themselves completely bare, no pretence. This, in essence, has been The Front Bottoms’ main attraction since their debut in 2011. Brian Sella’s cheeky self-abasement and self-aware caterwauling is a refreshing take on the idea of what a front man is. Especially in the New Jersey punk scene, two demographics well known for machismo and grandstanding. That stark honesty carried the band to international success and a very passionate cult following that you really can’t fully appreciate unless you see them live and find yourself wrapped up in the heartfelt sing-alongs which accompany every song, an impressive bi-product of Sella’s simplistic elementary lyricism. At times Sella’s honesty beco...
