Married couple Chris Masterson and Eleanor Whitmore return with their second album and they stick close to the game-plan on this one with its upbeat rock-lite country pop, near-perfect harmonies and clinical yet accomplished guitar and fiddle playing. The problem is that it’s all too polished and nice. When they tackle melancholic subject matter it doesn’t ring true, it doesn’t hit in the gut and emotionally draw the listener in deep like the best heart-worn and tearstained country music does. By the album’s midpoint The Mastersons have given all they’re going to give and its back half wears like a sugar comedown.

Chris Familton

this review was first published in The Music