Make Some Time for Wailing

Sure, it is pop masquerading as another genre yet again, but by God pop is popular is, well, popular for a goddamned reason sometimes. I mean, these are some talented folks, and I like their pleasant amalgam of southern rock and folksy vocals. And of course I just happen to be easily swayed by the right voice, and as far as I'm concerned the singing in this album is top-notch. The slight southern twang in her voice backed up by the electric hum of the bass is a bit of urban devilry that effectively captures the spirit of the disheveled urban, suburban landscape that dominates practically every south-eastern township or so I have seen.

There's also variety here, and I just love variety. I'm bored pretty easily, so the willingness of the Katie Todd Band to offer a smorgasbord of rhythms and takes on a style in their album makes this one of those albums you could easily listen straight through without realizing it. I called this stuff pop, and while I may be damned forever I will stick by this assertion. However, it's stuff like this that serves as an example of what music snobs are missing by refusing to give even edgier pop rock a chance to worm its way into their hearts. If given half an opportunity I'm sure even the hardiest, snobbiest of the elites would find that there's something in "Make Some Time for Wasting" to enjoy. Okay, maybe they wouldn't, but I sure did.