Like a bitter couple with a repertoire of old resentment. Both steadfast, unflinching determined in their dejected efforts to conjure yet another argument oozing acrimony from the fallout of past failures. Every Time I Die return for another metaphorical boxing match. Screaming at their opponent,  an armada of dissonance armed with sarcasm and wit Keith Buckley holds the fort as lyricist. Except this time, with Low Teens, the rules in the ring have changed once again.