A one paced collection that would have you jumping off at the first station if you could. As every track passes I keep thinking the next one will raise the volume, the energy, the imagination, or you never know, the originality, but no it is not too be. Maybe the click track in the studio was stuck at one setting. Only the title track offers any melodic intervention from the sleepy alt-country’ish banality that Heirloom feels the need to share and pass on to generations. The contrived, drawled vocal delivery starts to gnaw at track 7 and the phrase “self indulgent” also starts to come to mind.
