I’m sorry, I just don’t get all the accolades surrounding Glasgow’s Frightened Rabbit. The Winter of Mixed Drinks is tolerably consistent, but what makes this band worthy of the near-universal acclaim it seems to earn?
If you’re wondering what the band sounds like, think Snow Patrol if they cared an iota about making their music interesting. Because yeah, the tumbling melody of “Not Miserable” is cool, and there’s some definite charm to their ramshackle musical nature, but in the case of Frightened Rabbit, it might just be too much about the Scottish accent and not enough about the fact that they really aren’t doing anything thought-provoking.
The Winter of Mixed Drinks is the perfect album for listening to at Starbucks while you sip a latte with an open book and your headphones on waiting for somebody to ask you what you’re listening to that you can say “Frightened Rabbit,” they can look puzzled, and you can say “they’re from Scotland.”
Kapish?
