Nathan Moomaw's debut album under his Moomaw Collective moniker contains ten songs that find him never quite able to hit the mark for which he was aiming. While following along the lines of most singer/songwriters, he misses out on what makes Nick Drake, Mark Kozelek, and the like great at their craft: sincerity and honesty. Almost every single aspect of this album -- the songwriting, the vocals, the guitar playing, the lyrics -- seems forced or just plain odd. Sometimes it's the fault of the production, thus not allowing the vocals to come across as they might have been intended. Other times it just seems as though Moomaw is trying too hard: yelling the lyrics when there's no reason for them to be yelled, playing his instrument too fiercely when it doesn't coincide with the lyrics, and just generally making it hard for the listener to enjoy much of anything. With singer/songwriters showing up at every coffeehouse around the world, it's hard to see why Moomaw was signed over many other capable musicians. At worst, this is a joke. At best, it's a very poor debut album.
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AllMusic Review by Kurt Morris