The trouble with melodic, inoffensive pop-rock, is that while it’s hard to get it wrong, it’s also just as hard for it to really stand out at all. Virginia rockers Parachute are a classic example of this unfortunate truth – the tracks seem custom-made to soundtrack those glossy, vacuous US dramas full of impossibly good-looking stars.
The only trouble, this is an exercise in shallowness, a going through the motions in penning an album that feels the epitome of ‘average’. Tracks like All That I Am and Blame It On Me are pleasant, tight, well-rounded - but these days, just being ‘pleasant’ isn’t quite enough.
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