KEITH JOHN ADAMS - SUNSHINE LOFT

Aw, fuck it. I was really trying to be as polite and constructive about this as possible, because I really do like some things about this album. But, frankly, the things I dislike about it, I dislike so intensely that, were I to be polite, I might be driven mad enough to serial kill some house pets.
Keith John Adams' Sunshine Loft is the perfect album for people who don’t speak English, because the lyrics totally kill this record. For a stripped-down, acoustic Brit-pop record, there’s a lot of really cool musicianship going on. But once ol' K.J. starts singing, the eye-rolling begins.
Come on, man. You can do better than this. Everyone goes through all the things you’re singing about. There’s a potential for every single person out there to relate. But for the love of all things clever and witty, don’t write it in the most boring, trite-ass manner possible. That’s the one thing that bothers the hell out of me with pop music-- the lyrics are about as exciting as house paint. Life is too short to be burdened with boring things.
IGNORE THE WORDS AND DIG THE SOUNDS HERE.