There’s a mournful, concentric undertone to this disc – not making you feel sad but certainly making you think. This goes hand-in-hand with its very acoustic sound. There’s something a bit too soft about it. It has no real centre.
It sounds like these boys have listened to too much Donovan and not enough Neil Young. There are highlights to be found, though, such as a nice little funky harmonica solo that makes you sit up and take notice. This is only the band’s third single, so they’re still finding their feet. Where this disc should soar on melancholy, instead, it flutters in on its lo-fi-ness. Next time, boys, turn up the amps. Then, you might find your own voice a bit more.