Here's a video of one of the opening song, "Twilight Serenade," off the album.
Your standard singer-songwriter, slightly-religious good-guy, Jason Myles Goss, has thrown eleven songs about morality and regret together into an album that is barely enjoyable if only for its professional texture. While sometimes cute and cuddly, and sometimes great background noise to accompany a mindless activity, this project remains a compilation that, as a whole, is choppy, irresolute, and riddled with impeccably sour lyrical clichés. Ironically enough, Goss’s most interesting phrases are the ones that don’t make any sense (“Give me wings baby just like a train” for instance), but all the same the music never comes close to meeting up with the fragmented, whirlwind biography that is Goss’s words. His helpless laments really have taken him down into the abyss, and he never realized he was supposed to stop playing after the plunge.
Gregory Bem
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