In the face of early-aughts emo being crucified by the blogsophere, it’s going to feel even more cathartic and defiant to scream, “You could slit my throat, and with my one last dying breath, I would apologize for bleeding on your shirt” with 3,000 others as the Long Island stalwarts play their debut album, Tell All Your Friends, in its entirety, 10 years after its release. Live it up.