I dunno, there’s something a little too Powderfinger-y about the first taste of Smith Street Band’s third LP, settling for MOR instrumentation and an impotent platitude of a chorus. It feels done before the two-minute mark, kicking into a corny wash of soaring stadium guitars and meandering tempo for the remainder, resembling Japandroids at their most contrived, or a Titus Andronicus cautiously checking the clock.
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