Mark Eitzel | Don't Be A Stranger [review]

My favourite part about listening to boring music is that I can turn it off whenever I want. But when you’ve been asked to review said music, then it becomes a much more challenging task. I found myself drifting away from actually paying attention to the record, and more thinking about what the hell I was going to write about. I mean, the album isn’t bad, but it’s not good either. It’s just, there. It sounds like almost every other solo effort ever written. I had an idea about how I could make my 4-year old daughter listen to it, and simply transcribe her innocent thoughts as some sort of cutesy cop-out, but when I played her the first song, she just told me it was “bad,” walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. I wonder what she’s doing in there?