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THE most extraordinary thing about Colbie Caillat’s debut album is
that it’s so ordinary. Coco resonates with smooth, breezy tunes
that you might have heard somewhere before, but strangely, that
hardly matters. The first song, “Oxygen,” is musical
bubblegum—fun, snappy and fills you with a strangely pleasurable
sensation, preparing you for what lies ahead. All the other tracks,
including her mega-hit “Bubbly,” basically follow the same
formula; Caillat’s lilting vocals over a sparse, acoustic
guitar-driven arrangement. A female John Mayer at the beginning of
his career. With all the rap, hiphop, rock and so-called “emo”
artists battling for your ears these days, even an unremarkable
talent can shine given the right instruments. And while Caillat is
slightly above the unexceptional, particularly with her knack for
making the mundane sound inviting, you have to wonder if you’d
want to skim through your IPod in about four months after buying her
album. But no matter. Coco is sure to please crowds however way you
see (and listen) to it. It’s not unlike that kind of crackers
gourmet eaters munch on to cleanse the palate. Sooner or later
though, you’d want to move on to the better-tasting main course.
-- Paul John Caña
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