Matt Pryor may have set out to write a sad, sad album, but failed miserably to be miserable, and wound up with a collection of spectacularly buoyant, breezy pop tunes. He retained the planned title for his album regardless, and while that little detail is more ironic than comic, does reflect the singer / songwriter’s humorous streak. It’s perhaps as well as there’s precious little else to redeem this piece of puerile punk-pop. We’re not even talking Blink 182 or Good Charlotte punk-pop, more McFly or Busted (or, indeed, McBusted).
Though best known for his work as the primary singer-songwriter for The Get Up Kids, Pryor’s output also includes children’s music project Terrible Twos. I can’t help but feel much of the material here’s geared toward the younger demographic, too. Not being 15, it’s hard for me to relate on a personal level, but even on a purely objective level, the songs seem simplistic, naïve, both musically and lyrically. Add in the slightly irritating tone of Pryor’s voice and you’ve got an album that’s really quite irksome.
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