Although Britpop was summarily cremated long ago, odd British Indie/pop bands spring up with little individual charisma so they slavishly regenerate tired motifs in both image and song. This second album from the Worcester/Droitwich/Birmingham combo seldom rise above providing shallow reflections of a musical era long, long gone.
Josh Tilman’s second album under the Father John Misty moniker lays down some of the most personal barbs and witticisms as he treats the listener to the most sincere confessional. The music that surrounds his life melodramatics is richly tempered, relaxed and a testimony to his idiosyncratic tenacity to honest songcraft.
Tried and trusted country rock that’s as pallid and cliche riddled to send even the most ardent fan back to the source material and realize there’s no place in this world for such an inconsequential record.