This is the strummy, sunny, swaying head harmony stuff that’s so impressive at free, bandshell concerts… but a little droopier when you get it home on CD.
Imagine if Natalie Merchant sounded as furious as Alanis Morisette, joined forces with a full-on rock band with metal roots, and started singing in Italian.
An album that sounds like Jad Fair covering the Carpenters set to disco thump and roller rink strings. Yet another example of why music sucks right now.
A tent under which we can all get together. The rare artist who can be popular, yet not pander, be critically praised, yet comprehensible to the average jerk.