What’s more mind-blowing? That such a gently poetic line eventually leads to the not-so-poetic proclamation “your shit still makes me sick”? That the song’s hard rock riffs give way to a lengthy scat workout from the lead singer? That the song’s title is merely the word “The”? Or that a crime motif is the basis for a song by a band whose name sounds like…a crime? Whatever your answer, one thing is certain: if you’re looking for the next standard-issue modern rock band, don’t look at Stillicide.

No, it doesn’t bother me at all. Shannon comes off as the quirky, cool neighborhood chick who just has fun with who and what she is—and you can either take her or leave her. Now, that’s sexy.