By Lauren Sloss | August 18th, 2012
I’ll admit it — I’m starting to get a little tired of the boy-girl group-folk ensemble. Okay, okay, you can feather your hair and wear ponchos and rancher hats, but that does not make this 1977, nor does it make you Fleetwood Mac. And believe me, I wish it did.
Milo Greene, on the other hand, is a band that’s doing it better — they’re not trying to ape a love-happy commune mentality with their sound. The band, with elements of folk and pop, and plenty of those male-female overlapping vocals, doesn’t shy away from tight, clean production on their debut, self-titled album.
There are elements of Fleetwood Mac, or the Mamas and Papas, but their sound is distinct and modern enough to stake a new claim in California folk-sound — they’re not afraid of their own modernity. Is Milo Greene a revolutionary album? No. There’s plenty of familiarity here, plenty of similarities to Of Monsters and Men and even Edward Sharpe. But it’s an album with thought and talent, unique enough to stand out, and catchy enough to latch on.