The weekend is winding down, and I can’t explain why watching Silversun Pickups gave me a serious case of heartburn. They have the MTV formula down, not emo enough to be scary, but not unique enough to really distinguish them from any other act. Fortunately for them, that often means the big bucks and a spot in the TRL line up. I hadn’t even realized that the sound coming from the stage was not the female bassist’s voice until the second song. The sound is unintentionally Nickelback meets Yellowcard meets teen movie soundtrack, and maybe that’s where they lost me.