A Chicago-based trio that could jam with any Boston pop band any night of the week. Contrast sweet male/female melodies with some background chorus howling.
I like it, I’m not sure why. The promo pack had cut and paste reviews that informed me that nobody gets these guys. I don’t feel better, just equally stupid.
“I Wanna Be Sure,” the first of the record’s two songs, captures Little John at their most infectious. The song has been called cute, but hey, it’s refreshing.