A young Mancunian expat now based in Vancouver, James Younger draws on vintage guitar-strumming Americana and the softer end of new wave on this accomplished but slightly anodyne solo debut.
On the standout tracks he sounds uncannily like a one-man-band version of The Strokes, from the choppy power-pop blast of lead-off single Monday Morning to the sweet slipstream riffs and double-tracked vocals of Quiet Life. There are also incongruous flashes when his half-buried northern English vowels and colloquial Anglo-centric references recall the Arctic Monkeys, especially on Sleeping Alone and What Comes After The Weekend.
But Younger’s penchant for mid-Atlantic, wind-in-the-hair soft rock sounds worryingly like a calculated commercial strategy. Two Of A Kind and Never Easy are monuments to blow-dried banality, occupying the middle of a very straight road with Tom Petty on one side and Bryan Adams on the other. If he indulges this vanilla tendency further, Younger could well become both hugely successful and arse-achingly dull.
