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There was a time in the early 2000’s when a high pitched nasal American drawl, the marmite of vocals, was all the rage. Unfortunately for Modern Baseball, this is not that time. Throw in some vaguely cringe-worthy pop-culture references about Instagram and pizza and ‘You’re Gonna Miss It All’ is already starting to seem more and more like an empty product of the throwaway generation – not promising considering we’re on the opening track here.
The issue is that Modern Baseball have all the hooks but none of the substance – they aren’t boasting any profound punk poetry here and are nowhere near the storytelling stature of contemporaries in, say, Mixtapes. Tracks like ‘Apartment’ and ‘Notes’ show a little more depth and pique some interest, but are ultimately forgettable.
If you only listen to this record once, You’re Not Gonna Miss It when it’s consigned to the great Trash folder in the sky.
– Jamie Otsa
Venue: You’re Gonna Miss It All
Support Band: Run For Cover Records