1 Proteus 3 weeks ago It's not, as I've said in the past, that they're too perfect - or even that they wasted their lyrical talents on documenting a trivial and self-indulgent SoCal 70s lifestyle.My wife is a fan (I like lots of music she doesn't, but I rarely disagree with what she likes), and asked Alexa to play some this morning.I listened closely rather than dismissively (which as a mindfulness discipline is a good way to make fuel from eagle dung), and realized how utterly familiar every element of every song is. Partially from having heard them ad infinitum, partially from having played many of them in bands - but mostly from the sheer musical and production rightness of everything they did. No musician (and few casual listeners) can fail to be astonished by the craft.And that's it. It's the craft. I hear nothing but craft, infinitely calculated, polished to cold perfection. They even "rock out" with the greatest of decorum, careful not to offend or annoy. Every phrase is turned to be every bit as (sometimes subtly) clever - and clichéd - as it could possibly be. Not once did they risk being obscure, or failing to speak to the center.And I don't believe a word they sang in that lush harmony, nor a note they played. Nothing ever got loose.It was all an act.