Cockeyed Ghost

Cockeyed Ghost

The Scapegoat Factory

Big Deal

Cockeyed Ghost may have simply bit off more than they could chew. Wavering between genres and influences through the album’s entirety, their sub-par attempts on each musical account paint the band more as wandering failures than their attempt at becoming Renaissance-esque musicians. A kaleidoscope whose individual pieces don’t shine enough light to create the intended beautiful complete effect, The Scapegoat Factory is a plainly scattered mess.

From Pearl Jam interpretations to whiny, acoustic ballads, just about everything makes its way onto the album. Of course, there’s also the flat-out rock-n-roll — with one tune so ironically titled “I Hate Rock ‘N’ Roll.” Indie-pop falls on its face in a few instances thanks to the absence of quality hooks or engaging lyrical patterns, and a piano-led number entitled “The Fates Cry Foul” switches between something out of Broadway’s Rent and a weak Five For Fighting homage. Cockeyed Ghost almost seems to search for applause of their versatility, but it’s treacherously difficult to approve such a wide gaze with such little substance.

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