Considering my previously scathing dissertation on #1 fanaticism displayed at The Antlers live show last year, I find myself in the difficult position of being whole-heartedly obsessed with their new album, Burst Apart, but not crossing the boundary into “that guy” territory. For the purposes of this post I’m choosing to let loose with my profound love of The Antlers on the premise that my unabashed raving online is nowhere near as intrusive or annoying as being in the presence of an intoxicated and overzealous front-row-fan who is on the verge of forcefully climaxing through denim. Continue Reading