Blossoms, Blossoms Album Review

Blossoms’ self titled first album is frustrating, especially when trying to review. There seems to be nothing of any merit or value to begin to write about. Within the 41 minute LP of twelve songs there is actually nothing really worth discussing in depth. Like a discarded cigarette butt on your local high street, it does not warrant you to look any closer.

The band look like Temples, the band look like Horrors, the band look like Catfish and the Bottlemen. Blossoms follow in a long line of British indie bands that look like some teenagers with long hair. It feels that much of their songs have been lifted from bands that have been and gone. ‘At Most A Kiss’ is frighteningly similar to ‘Personal Jesus’ by Depeche Mode and closing track follows the jaunty hip-hop rhythm of ‘AM’. The Stockport band have no originality. Within the 12 tracks there includes one slow song (‘Onto Her Bed’), one acoustic song (‘My Favourite Room’) and one hit (‘Charlamange’). The latter of these is a bona fide ear worm, but does not make up for every other song being forgotten after even the fifth listen.

This album is not bad, but it certainly is in no way good. It is mundane, inoffensive, pedestrian. If Blossoms was a Haribo, it would be a milk bottle.