Thanks For Not Asking
Friendly like an old Labrador. Somehow, that’s the feeling I get from this Bay-area quartet’s debut disc. They sound like a band all your friends would be in, and you could go to the gigs free if you didn’t have to haul amps up rickety stairs. Warm fuzzy guitars, moderately interesting drumming and lyrics that don’t re-align your brain but are still kinda cool. Songs about love and alcohol, lyrics you can almost make out on the first pass, a handy website for the fan; Bluepoint is timeless, they could be playing in 1977 Milwaukee or 1987 San Antonio or anywhere in between. A strong debut, but they maybe haven’t “found themselves” yet. Hope to hear more from them.