Late Night Conversations, the new CD from The Forecast, proves that it doesn’t matter if you can sing well or not, so long as you can sing loudly with a bunch of people. Rock should be a bit belligerent; The Forecast works only when amidst violent bedlam. Slow croons like “Soft Hands” don’t work—one voice isn’t compelling enough to inspire a following. Nor is their light guitar complex enough to be thrilling or simple enough to be catchy. It’s just there, like that thing in the corner that we don’t talk about.
[Read on] at Silent Uproar
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