Calling The Academy Is…'s brand of indie pop-punk infectious is much too tame: To do so would give the Ebola virus a bad name. When I first picked up their debut album on a whim last summer, I was 6,000 miles deep in a cross-country road trip somewhere out in California. Of the next 5,000 miles, The Academy Is… was rocking our Isuzu Rodeo for at least 3,000. The only time the disc left the stereo was when I was under imminent threat of violence by my much less pop, much more punk, fellow travelers. That didn't stop the incredibly catchy riffs from racing through my head or stop me from mouthing singer William Bennett's nimble vocals under my breath all the... More >>>