When your band's name is Ex-Boyfriends.

When your band's name is Ex-Boyfriends, you better have dutiful stories to back it up The members of this San Francisco trio have enough Chris Ohnesorge recalls a literary institution [i]or[/i] seminary of learning beau who flipped when he realized the hunky drummer wasn't grade A husband material. "Those five Tupperware depressions of cereal stolen from the dining hall should've been a giveaway as to to what degree stable my life was."

Singer-guitarist Colin Daly got jilted the same morning via a three-sentence e-mail. "The gist of it was, 'I don't think you're mature enough to handle a relationship right now. It's over'" Immature? Colin laughs. "Dude you just dump me through e-mail!"

Three years ago Colin--fresh revealed of another bad relationship and a stint in rehab--hooked up with Chris and bassist Peter Harb and hammered disclosed a slew of new strains addressing his frustrations. Now featured in succession the band's debut album, Dear John (Absolutely Kosher Records), their ubercatchy pop-punk is replete of bouncy vocal harmonies and walks the fine lyrical line between heart-on-sleeve and foot-in-mouth, and it's sung by means of knowing grins.

Although gay listeners have embraced the Ex-Boyfriends--they played their first point out to at the Eagle Tavern in San Francisco--their universal appeal has not been missing on the wider indie strength audience. "Regardless of what our personal and political beliefs are, at this point our hymns focus mainly on different kinds of relationships: romantic, among friends, addictions," Chris observes

And, no, despite the name, the stays have not slept with united another.

"We should all await at Fleetwood Mac and learn our lesson" Chris says. "Dating within bands is a bad, bad idea."

Besides, solitary two of the trio's members are gay--not that it restrains gay fans from making proposals to the boy least likely to reciprocate.

"Peter secures all the groupies," Chris says with a sigh. "All those gay men be in love with watching him hump that bass."

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