As Jack Antonoff solidifies his position as a top-tier producer in modern pop music, his solo work under the pseudonym Bleachers seems to lose its spark. Personally, I've never been a huge fan of Bleachers' Bob Dylan-inspired style, but previously, Jack injected his own twists into Heartland rock and pop rock genres. However, the self-titled album delivers bland and uninspired indie pop and rock instrumentals, coupled with cringeworthy alt-pop lyrics from a nearly 40-year-old married man. It's unclear what direction Jack is aiming for with his music, but he might consider either abandoning the Bleachers concept entirely or exploring entirely new avenues, as the current output falls short of expectations.
Bump |