This furious quintet formed nearly ten years ago as a rock-'em-sock-'em reaction to their Denton, Texas, proggy-emo scene (re: At the Drive-In). Then last summer came an invite to the Warped Tour. Now, if your band is not of the skateboard-mallrat stripe, that tour can mercilessly thrust you into an empty-seated one p.m. slot, thereby reducing groups to bickering and wondering if "the kids" like hair gel and ringtones more than music. But the Riverboat Gamblers
took it as a battle and won some converts. Longtime fans worry that the Gamblers' new CD, To the Confusion of Our Enemies
, goes Good Charlotte sometimes. It does, via bigger production and anthem-always histrionics but they never resort to awkward OC
balladry. It's their most full-on rock record yet.