EchosmithOne look at the cover and you’ll know exactly what to expect. Meticulously-styled outfits and haircuts masquerading as a band, Echosmith and Talking Dreams are totally inoffensive, digestible and hard to hate. The problem is they’re hard to muster any feelings about. At least something terrible can stir up a negative reaction, which is better than no reaction at all. Talking Dreams is the musical equivalent of a Sao biscuit. It gets the job done enough to technically be food, but you need to add something messy and preferably bad for you for it to have any flavour.
