Despite is occasional (maybe even frequent moments of brilliance), "Get Disowned" suffers from being an album trying to aspire to some sort of transcendent experience, where the true joy in it lies in its simple folk-punk sections. When Frances Quinlan starts to go apeshit with he vocal interplays you really start to notice her lack of control and general tonal oddness, and while its endearing at times at others it becomes a chore to sit through. Give this girl a good songwriter to back her and hell yes I'd be totally down. As it is, some cute little lyrics and pop-punk songs.
