It's ok, I guess. Like the musicianship is good. I just can't get past the sort of pseudo-bucolic jerk-fest vibe of the album. "If I had an orchard I'd work till I'm sore" - LOL. Ultimately this album just feels really fake, very shallow. It's like the musical equivalent of a Thomas Kinkade painting. It's nice to look at, but holy f
uck it doesn't say
anything to me, like absolutely nothing, elicits nothing, etc. (other than just a sort of warm-fuzziness reminiscent of the feeling after you take an especially rewarding s
hit).
This is a Thomas Kinkade painting, btw.