Album of the year potential. Vince shifts to a compelling live band sound with punch distorted bass and a new politically charged edge, and it's the most exciting and cutting album he's made in years.
It's like if Nickelback were 4x as sexist with a worse singer somehow.
This hits all the marks in my book. Lush indie folk with some real emotional power behind it.
John, please don't say that word. The rest of the album is good, though.
Smiley Smile takes the conceptually-justified eccentricities of the planned Smile and deprives them of their connective tissue, rendering the entire thing nonsensical. Instead of thematically consistent weirdness, it just comes across as weird for the sake of weird.
If you like reggae, it's inoffensive. If you don't like reggae, there's nothing for you here. If you like Snoop Dogg, it's boring. If you don't like Snoop Dogg, it's probably not a great time. This album was entirely unnecessary.
No song about Red Bank, 0/100.
There's a number of solid songs, but there's some that are just kinda forgettable, and I could do without the "funky jam" type songs on here. Still, John Popper can do amazing things with a harmonica.
Mostly pretty good. Some of the songs were a little too repetitive and slow, but I liked the rest of them.
I feel like she needs to talk to a non-famous person once in a while.
An indistinct slurry of 90's rock tropes, delivered with about 70% of the conviction and 40% of the originality. "Lightning Crashes" and "I Alone" will get stuck in my head sometimes, but other than that, this isn't something you need in your life.