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1997, X-Static
The Cranes suffer from a serious identity crisis. They seem to be tipping the hat to all their favorite artists without stopping to write a decent song of their own. You can hear a little Breeders, unhealthy doses of Julianna Hatfield and just a few dashes of every disposable band on the radio. This is at best a mediocre effort, worsened by one of the silliest lead singers I have heard in a long while.
Reviewed by Martin Menard
© X-Static 1997
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