On Tomorrowland in general, Bingham is less acoustic, more electric; less woebegone, more willful; less Anton Chigurh and more Butch Cassidy.
There’s just a great flow that makes Tomorrowland feel like one of those albums you’ll listen to in the car on countless road trips.
If Bingham now feels free to shed the genre limitations and expectations of Americana-leaning alt-country, he’s also lost his many of his songwriting hooks along the way.
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