The Furious Seasons The Furious Seasons

This might be the first album for the Furious Seasons but it could just as easily be viewed as the culmination of a long musical career for David Steinhart. During the past two decades, he may have been making records as Pop Art and Smart Brown Handbag but he hasn’t learned many new tricks. He has, however, honed his craft to such a point that he makes his angst-ridden, gently strummed pop songs seem effortless. Teaming up with brother Jeff, Steinhart’s latest collection doesn’t offer anything too surprising to anyone who has heard any of his previous albums. There’s definitely nothing overly furious about it and even when the lyrics take a more combative stance the anger comes across as resignation rather than bitterness. The Furious Seasons is a pleasant enough album but it will take more than just a change of moniker for Steinhart to finally break through. His songs are preoccupied with failed relationships of all kinds, meaning there isn’t anything too uplifting here and when coupled with down-tempo arrangements, the songs begin to blur together. The results are reminiscent of Crowded House or del Amitri but as a whole, there isn’t enough here to make this anything more than another entry in Steinhart’s ever-expanding discography. (The Eskimo Record Label)