A preamble, of sorts, for context.
I don't see music as a contest of grit, bravado, vigour or whatever else. I am perfectly comfortable with softness, and soft can be good, great even. Not everything needs to be bold and rough around the edges. I'm very much a 'sometimes you just can't beat a well done cacio e peppe' kinda guy, two basic ingredients, a fair bit of skill in fairness, nothing fancy as such, but done right boy does it work! Two, while I think this album will suffer from an age thing, i.e particularly those hearing it the first time, I can safely say it is not that for me, I held this view 20 odd years ago too. If anything I desperately tried to challenge it this time round.
This is about as middle of the road a 5 as it gets. I want to like it more, but can't. Nothing there to really dislike as such, but I largely do.
Gin Blossoms are for me a 'soundtrack' band. One imo of those bands that write a really good catchy song in maybe 10-15 of theirs, and happens to be perfect for Film/TV. And you are drawn to look for more, but there's unfortunately no more there. On this album, that song is Found Out About you. It is actually good enough to merit a bonus point to the 5 on its own! But because the final song Cheatin is such utter sense offending dogshit, that point is instantly wiped. Beyond those two however, the album is pretty much made up of repeats of the exact same song in ever so slightly different performing positions. It is fine, nothing wrong with it as such. They can all play their instruments, cool. But really, the mood and tone is missing.
I compared them to Del Amitri earlier, and that's where I am with them, and this album, still. 'Not quite Del Amitri'. While musically, they are not worlds apart at all, they might even be 'better' in certain ways, what is missing is the mood. That steeped in dreichness tone. The relatablility. That layer of subtlety, that only that basic starchy pasta water carefully blended through the finely grated pecorino can give you, but instead they seem to have tried to do it by adding cream and it has all turned into mush! Del Amitri themselves are not far datached from a 'best of' kind of band in fairness, and they too have seen a fair share of songs in soundtracks, but they move me far more often. To avoid going on a tangent, that's where Gin Blossoms do work, when they nail it. But from my endeavours of trying to like them, it is too spread out, and this album is probably a good example of that - nothing ever really happens!