Deliverance has moments where it begins to separate itself from the rest of the modern rock pack.
At its best -- on the title track, for one -- the album speaks as a voice for all of those who are out to prove themselves in the game of love.
Quietdrive seems to have the teen-boy-whose-world-ends-each-time-a-girl-rejects-him schtick down to a slickly produced science.
"Birthday" is a tongue-in-cheek apology that could have come from Fountains of Wayne (I'm sorry I forgot your birthday/I thought it was on a Wednesday").
There's more angst-ridden fodder on "Pretend" and "Daddy's Little Girl." Not exactly emo and definitely not punk-pop, Deliverance falls within its own mini-niche of modern rock with elements of Hellogoodbye, Dashboard Confessional, All-American Rejects, Finger Eleven, and even Default.
It is an improvement over their debut and easily a step in a the right direction.