Everything that was charming about them is here, but with more sweet harmonies rocking through signature guitar sounds, more interesting rhythmic choices, and a generally clearer sound.
For All the Drugs in the World is an easy, enjoyable listen, but unfortunately, Sponge seems plagued by lyrical weakness and too weighed down by their failure to really commit to their own rock sound.
Full of Westerberg’s compelling vocals, ranging in style from post-punk frontman to confessional balladeer. Not the best songs he’s ever written, but they feel so right and are have his “wet basement and a four-track” feel.
The hook-centric and brightly-voiced musical choices lend a positive spin to themes as loneliness, insomnia, alienation, unrequited love, and depression.
There are some catchy tunes, but the content is so watered-down and vapid that we’re left with punk with no anger, pop with no wit, retro with no irony, etc.