There’s just something about an all-white male band complete with 5-o’clock shadow and well-groomed-yet-slightly-unkempt-hair that makes me automatically assume they’re another Christian rock group. Indeed, glancing over the CD insert of Green River Ordinance’s
Out Of My Hands, I noticed the “Special Thanks To” section. Sure enough, the first name listed was Jesus. I double-checked to make sure it wasn’t the Spanish-language name, “
Jesús.” It wasn’t.
And so, with a great bit of hesitation, I popped
Out Of My Hands in the CD player. Fortunately, the album didn’t reek of Christianity (although I fear it was there nonetheless). No, instead of being all Jesus-y, the first track, a ditty by the name of “Outside,” is a rather aurally appeasing sort of song. It almost sounds like it would be most at home for the final scene of an inspiring film (probably starring Zach Braff) where our main character leaves his mundane life behind and heads off for a new one elsewhere. The end credits begin to roll. “Outside” continues to play.
The second track, “Come On,”
also sounded very much like it would make for a good background song in a film. Actually, truth be told, the whole damn album sounds like it’s soundtrack fodder. Now, that might be a good thing if this
was a soundtrack to a Zach Braff film, but this is an
album – an album wherein all the songs sound like early demos of Third Eye Blind. Thanks, but we already have a Third Eye Blind. One is enough. Plus, their songs didn’t all sound the same. Additionally, they aren’t as (subtly!) Christian as Green River Ordinance is.
Perhaps
Out Of My Hands will appeal to natives of Texas (where Green River Ordinance originates from) or to people looking for a pseudo-Third Eye Blind fix or even Zach Braff himself to soundtrack his next indie project. Unfortunately,
Out of My Hands didn’t quite make the cut for me.
As I conclude, I feel compelled to write Green River Ordinance a personal note.
“You have potential. But releasing an album with 11 cookie-cutter tracks just isn’t going to get you there, fellas. As Longfellow said, ‘Into each life, a little rain must fall.’ Maybe you should ditch the sunshine on a couple tracks and let it pour.”
That’s just my two-cents worth. Try it.