Perfectly pleasant indie garage pop that almost looks like Kevin Morby or Jonathan Richman if you squint. Smart lyrics throughout, but The Blanks’ personal songs don’t seem to reveal a distinct personality. The result is an album that’s inoffensive in a way that can feel insulting, or dishonest. There’s nothing technically wrong, which may be the problem. –Matt Werts (The Blanks, wearetheblanks.com)