Patrick Park gives us little that we haven't already heard before.
I’m pretty sure that there is a place in Los Angeles where they manufacture singer-songwriters. They are the legion of sensitive men and women who play a set every other week at the Hotel Café, whose songs end up featured on shows like Grey’s Anatomy. Patrick Park is one of this kind, with a straightforward folk-pop style and the kind of delicate tenor that sounds sincere no matter what he says.
This EP, his fourth release along with three full-length albums, is more of the same. His lyrics, surrounded by perfectly agreeable acoustic guitars, say very little that we haven't heard before. The music itself hardly makes an impression -- "In Our Sunday Clothes" threatens to go somewhere, with its electric guitar and muffled drums, but ultimately fades into resigned silence.