A guy with a guitar. The type of stuff that you here sensitive hippies get all gooey over. Gagne is making what appears to be a sincere attempt at sensitivity and perceptivity, but he relies too much on hackneyed imagery in this pursuit. And he talks through a bunch of the songs, and not in an entertaining fashion. Near the end of the record he has some songs that are a bit more innovative both musically and lyrically, and these songs certainly work much, much better, but I had to slog through too much crap to get there. I could imagine him playing on a street corner and tossing a quarter in his can merely out of pity. There is potential in this guy, but he’s got a long way to go.
–Eric Carlson (no label: www.myspace.com/joshuagagne)