"Don't be a pussy all your life," Josh Caterer admonished in 1998, shortly before extinguishing Chicago's Smoking Popes. Crooned in a Morrissey swoon, the words were either role-play or self-reproach—this charming man was alluding to both the old in-out and ins and outs of love. But it was a sluice of existential undercurrents that led Caterer to becoming born-again, breaking up the boys, and dedicating the ditty "I Know You Love Me" to Jesus; externalization of internal conflict necessarily ended his emo... More >>>