Review Summary: Twelve year olds who can't even play instruments emulating the Beatles. Genius, right?13 of 14 thought this review was well written
If there is one thing I'm ashamed of when it comes to music, it's listening to this album. Sure, our family had a fun time blaring "Banana Smoothie" on the car radio on a Saturday night three years ago, but there's no substance here at all. It would be fine if this was good
pop music, but this is never the case. Instead, this is more or less sugary sweet cartunes for ADHD-ridden 7 year-olds. When you're that age, of course you won't mind this crap, because you most likely don't know what real music is, or don't particularly care about it. Regardless, no one should have to listen to this travesty.
To better explain this album; first I'll give you a brief run through of the sound. Brothers Nat and Alex Wolff helm the band, and they sing the vocals. Qaasim, Rosalina, and the other two no-names "play" the instruments. They mainly sound like a third-rate Monkees/Beatles cover band with a 5 year-old Paul McCartney singing the songs (Nat), and occasionally a pre-pubescent Ringo Starr shows up (Alex). All of the songs are more or less the same; they all are only around two minutes of length, display a fun power pop sound, and feature lyrics you would expect a fetus to write.
On certain tracks, such as "Sometimes I'll Be There" and "Run," they try to be arousing and aggressive, and it can almost work, but it never does. Nat is the main reason everyone of these songs are terrible. Who wants to hear the Monkees done by a Kidz Bop vocalist anyway? Hopefully not the children of America.
At times, such as in "Crazy Car," you can almost let the happy-go-lucky sound engulf your senses, but sure enough, Nat ruins every half decent song with his extremely high pitched vocals. Alex is the opposite; he speak-sings in a monotonous voice about alien clones, and being anything he wants to be. Other than the lone highlight, the aforementioned "Crazy Car," there is absolutely nothing memorable or even mildly enjoyable off this disc. Spare your self the audio rape, and never listen to this. If you've had the unfortunate experience of hearing this, unfortunately in this case time does not
heal all wounds. Turn around and never look back.