At first listen Donavon Frankenreiter’s “Recycled Recipes” seems harmless enough. He’s got a sort of slacker/ surfer style of guitar playing and singing that is easy enough on the ears… for a while.
Eventually though, it wears on you like a smoky voiced ant boring a hole through your soul.
Frankenreiter jackjohnsons his way through six covers that fail to measure up to the originals. His apathy toward the lyrics drags The Bands’ “It Makes No Difference” to a screeching halt. His version of Wilco’s “Theologians” is at best unnecessary and at worst a travesty unlike any the world has ever seen.
A laid back version of CCR’s “Fortunate Son” is the brief glimpse of promise in an otherwise unfortunate collection. That’s only because it reminds me nothing of the original, thus negating any visceral urge to vomit at his desecration of someone else’s hard work.
Does iTunes offer refunds?