Bryce Avary, a.k.a. The Rocket Summer, has created a major-label pop-rock album in every sense of the term. He's made some legitimately soulful music in the past, but these glossy, formulaic piano-pop tunes seem to be stripped of any real feeling or passion. The lyrics are so relentlessly positive, it almost comes off sounding like empty, pseudo-uplifting kitsch. It's all dreadfully boring, even when compared with kindred spirits like We Shot the Moon. And do we really need fifteen such songs?
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