Out of the womb of fast-paced, generic, post-punk screams The Stranger’s Six-San Diego’s version of melancholy and anger embodied by five twentysomethings donning pink and black garb (manliner included). It’s hard not to despise this genre, and listening to this album is no easy task. Where I expected the driving force of Thrice-best experienced at speeds over 50mph-I got toned-down revelry. Where I wanted the anthem balladry of Juliana Theory, I was met with annoying whining. Despite their misgivings, Six shows promise in its pop-an unfortunate misgiving for those true-blooded punk fans. Songs like “Hiss and Hearse” will incite toe-tapping with their mix of fist-pumping guitar and bass. The Stranger’s Six will enter into its own eventually; until then, A Date with Daylight will prove to be an interesting first attempt.