“Nobody can skewer young love with the gauche emotion, mordant wit or rude detail of Conor Oberst. The Bright Eyes maestro is only twenty-four, but he's broken a career's worth of hearts, strumming his acoustic guitar and chronicling his romantic torments in indie-rock gems such as "Going for the Gold." He commands a cult of hot, sullen Conorites who would gladly crawl through broken glass to lick ”
