With its plush-looking album-style sleeve, die-cut inner sleeve, label and grooved vinyl-effect disc, there’s a sense of art about the artefact. It says that this is a band who care about presentation, and if the artwork adorning this debut release from More Than Most has a heavy air of excessively serious, prog rock cliché, at least it’s well executed.
Listening to the EP, it’s also clear they care deeply about the quality of the production of their music: it’s rich, clean, with good separation and attention to detail. In terms of composition and performance, they’re particular, too. The whole thing is meticulous. It’s a shame, then, that their stuff is just so limp, run-of-the-mill autotuned chart pop with guitars. Smoothed out to the point of characterless perfection, it’s bland, bland, bland.
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The angst feels like so much machine-made emo-by-numbers: there’s nothing to engage with, and it has precisely zero emotional resonance. And all the songs sound the same. You can almost imagine them sitting in the rehearsal room with an actual template and tick-box list. Palm-muted picked guitar parts? Check. Building to a big chorus? Check. Chanty woah-hoah backing vocals? Check. Running time within 10 seconds either side of three and a half minutes? Check. Etc. Yawn. Admire the cover. Skip the music.
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