The Devil Wears Prada rode into the world in the mid-2000's on a wave of metalcore, post-hardcore, and pop-punk bands that will forever be linked in my mind with the blazing, July sun and asphalt parking lots of Warped Tour. So many of those acts — Scary Kids Scaring Kids, Attack Attack, A Day to Remember — ended up on the groan-worthy (but occasionally awesome) "Punk Goes..." series. A decade later, quite a few of those scene bands are still around, but The Devil Wears Prada stands out for a simple reason: as the band got older, they let their music mature. The throat-shredding screams, epic scope, and heavy breakdowns are still there, but there's a seriousness both in tone and theme that has been building up over the last five years. The band's sixth album, last year's "Transit Blues," proves it; it's an intriguing album exploring darkness in displacement, and it shows The Devil Wears Prada still has untapped potential.