That collection and the full-length platter that followed (2003's Kill Them With Kindness) are rich with sentimental anthems and lyrical laments. But -- get this -- there's none of the candy-ass whining that made a quick cliché out of most of the three-letter scene. Tunes such as "The Fold Out" and "The Gift Horse" eschew the slick frat rock of Jimmy Eat World and the Dear Diary sap of Dashboard Confessional. It's simple, solid guitar pop without pretense. And when Shehan pines, "Did you manage to forget? Did you tie the tourniquet?" on "The Gift Horse," he's smart to follow it with one request: "Forgive me for gushing." Sure, we'll forgive; after all, he's putting the "tional" back in one of our favorite words.