Trashcan Sinatras bring to mind the now-defunct indie pop powerhouse that was Australia's The Lucksmiths; that is, if that band were inconsistent and nauseatingly saccharin, unfortunately. Yes, What the Trashcan Sinatras make up with their ear for melody and soft, inoffensive sort of instrumental dabbings for each of Weightlifting's tracks, they lose with their lack of any real flow from track to track, and, well, they are a bit too obvious, too. Sure, indie pop is no subgenre for progressive heads that love to peel away the 'xtra layers, but this is pretty bare and straightforward stuff, painfully so; which in this case makes Weightlifting sound hopelessly insincere. Just listen to opening cut "Welcome Back", and you'll get what I'm talking about.
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