Norwalk, Connecticut's finest Goose, well I imagine their the finest Norwalk has to offer, strut a confident if fairly generic step on latest album Dripfield. It's that generic, slightly faceless, white guitar large arena sound that has been filling stadiums for over twenty years now. The goose, if you'll forgive the pun,(you probably won't) that layed Kings of Leon's Golden Egg.
It's all perfectly palatable, though it's also equally bland. Like a reasonably filling meal at an unmemorable diner. The kind of thing you might enjoy reasonable if a friend played it to you on a car trip and then forget the name of the band ten minutes after the journey ends. I realise this is a fairly damning review but too many bands are taking this option. I stopped listening after a few tracks in and put on Mild Orange's latest instead. That's my go to record of that description this year. It truly touches on the transcendent which this kind of music at its best can do too.
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