Some albums – even some music careers, come to think of it – are like hastily Sharpied Post-It notes submitted as legal briefs putting forth the Artist’s Intent To Posture. Blowing-dandelion-seeds quirk-quirk alt-folk was invented by Joni Mitchell, modernized by Tori Amos, shrinkwrapped for mass marketing by Lisa Loeb and everyone else, and then comes this pretty, lilting lummox who hasn’t met an AM radio riff she didn’t want to rip off, like “Something to Talk About,” which is the soup-broth base for the title tune here on Earl’s third album. You can’t help but feel like you’re being sold a bill of goods with this record, full of nice but ultimately uninspiring hookless fluff meant to cup a little runoff from the record sales of Tristan Prettyman (I refuse to even mention Norah Jones in this sentence). Nothing on here hurts the ear, no, but it won’t teach it anything either. Might I suggest you instead purchase a New Girl tee shirt with a graphic of Zooey looking typically excitedly uninterested, if you’re desperate to advertise cute 20something brunette-ness?
Grade: C- — Eric W. Saeger