It sucks to have to agree with anything that The Killers say or do, but when singer Brandon Flowers recently attacked The Bravery, saying “They’re signed because we’re a band…I think people will see through them,” he couldn’t have been more right. The Bravery makes haircut rock. Their songs are extensions of fashion choices. Forgetting and/or eschewing artistic merit and lyrical honesty, they choose to focus instead on studded belts and vintage t-shirts. The result is an album that sounds like third-generation scraps, one that’s full of ideas stolen from bands who stole them from someone else a few months before. Essentially, the band is the Bush X of the dance-punk craze, a horseman signalling the end is near.