"When I became a man, I put away childish things." (Corinthians 13:11)
And we do, however reluctanctly. We no longer buy candy-floss because, frankly it's difficult to justify eating anything made from pure sugar that looks like cotton wool. Come Christmas or Birthdays, we are no longer entertained by the cardboard box, our social conditioning forcing us to feign delight at the unwanted present inside rather than commit the sin of offending someone. Moreover, it's why we shouldn't really like The Subways.
Because With You is juvenile, deep-as-a-puddle and as complex as a Premiership-footballer. But to remember exactly why you want candy-floss, to remember how stupidly enjoyable pretending that bit of cardboard was a rocket made of cheese flying you away to some mystical land, is to stumble upon the insight to let you understand why this is so enjoyable.
Equipped with that, you can derive guilt-free pleasure at their frivolously accessible pop-punk stylings. Giggle at the teenage Grohl-esque slam to the drumming, the worryingly cute, baby-doll backing vocals and the guitars straight from the 'Fisher Price My First Book Of Riffs', and know that time is going to see them get older, more earnest and so much less fun.