The "glory days" when the "scene" marched out band after band just like The Sidekicks is a fiction, an idealization of the past propagated by my own mind, but Awkward Breeds takes me back there anyway. Along with albums by Audio Karate, Piebald, Saves the Day, The Forecast and Weatherbox, it's a mainstay on the jukebox in my perfect alternative world where it's always summer, I'm forever young and drunk, and whatever it is I'm feeling, I'm feeling it intensely. It's instantly catchy and Pinkerton earnest, and pretty much everything a pop-rock record should be. Saying that The Sidekicks make me feel like a kid would imply I've ever felt otherwise. But they do make me wish I still were.