"Falling Up" CD (Toucan Cove)
Words cannot describe how much this record sucks. I happen to believe that Del Amitri wrote a few catchy songs; not necessarily anything to write home about, but catchy. This band apparently worshipped at the Altar of the Glaswegians. It's so utterly generic that both the tray card and liner notes are white with little adornment; during the interminable solos, I kept expecting to hear someone sincerely say, "Dude, sweet licks!" This might well play in Peoria to office workers who still want to feel cool and support live music and bar bands even though the last record they bought was by Michelle Branch. My ears must be fucking bleeding by now.