Pilot to Gunner

Pilot to Gunner likes to scrap. At least that’s what the liner notes of the band’s recent album Get Saved would have you believe. Bloody noses, black eyes, split lips — these are Pilot to Gunner’s commodities. But whereas the band has its share of fists-of-fury guitar squalor, its melodies are also emotionally sensitive enough to suggest that not all the band’s wounds are on the outside. The songs seem to ask, Just because we’re four New York City lads who unleash snarly punk and wear a lot of black, if you cut us, do we not bleed? Indeed, they do. Still, pain is temporary, glory is forever and chicks dig scars. Besides, these bleeding-heart battle cries are precisely the kind of tough and tender bloodletting on which emo-punk leeches heartily feast.