Anyone whose been to even a few gigs in Melbourne over the past decade and a half will have encountered Even, either on stage, or as gig attendees.
Their fandom seems to predate their birthdates too. The menu offering here is an unashamedly mod-rock main course, with a Mersey-side side salad.
There is quite a bit to like here: a consistent sound; clean production; sweet vocal harmonising; the rhythms you’d expect from this sort of sound, and well-constructed lyrics.
The problem is that there are very few surprises. There isn’t that adaptation of the sound that you hear on the works of someone like Elliott Smith.
Sure, the lads don’t sway into the borderline parody of the 1960s we get from Oasis and, earlier, Lenny Kravitz, but at least those acts were out there delivering something raucous and vibrant.
This is all a little too subtle for my liking. I can’t help but think these guys would have been the 6th best band in Liverpool back in the day.
I’ve never gone to see these guys headline a show. They are great background support act fare.
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