Jaill’s nice-guy indie rock coupled with more than a tinge of despair gives the sad and jilted a batch of stealthy summer jams to call their own.
The result is idiosyncratic pop-rock appealing to geeky outsiders and scene lifers that's perennially in short supply
Traps is definitely worth a listen, but it’s clear that the band can do much better.
There's little to elevate Traps above the merely ordinary, it's all a little too generic, a little too samey.
While Traps’ metaphoric crimes aren’t as extreme as its press, the album runs itself amok with clichés and phrases that try to come off as “smart” or “clever” but generally find themselves coming off as neither.