Up tempo, poppy indie rock that sound “garage-y.” Signs of Superchunk here and there. The production leaves much to be desired, as do some of the arrangements.
Look at ‘m as a less bombastic Creed. Real pro playing, mixing, production, the big vocal treatment with that aggravating post-Vedder “sensitive manliness.”
This is their debut full-length. Let’s gather around Midtown and give them a big group hug of support (and whisper to drop the Bon Jovi influence… or else).
Something’s gotta be said for a record that kicks off with a ditty entitled “Comin’ Home (Smoking Pot On a Sunday Afternoon While UFO’s Drone Overhead).”
Drawing on bands who are capable of such impact, Jimmy Eat World and Joshua in particular, Kid Brother Collective is a downward spiral that you love to ride.