My thoughts in the morning are never much to write about. It’s mainly just clearing the detritus of chaotic dreams and piecing together the puzzle that is coherent, logical thinking. This is sometimes more of a chore than it needs to be. Dreams can be comforting and protecting, like a morphine drip or the idea of being curled up in the mothers womb. They can be safe, simple places, untouched by cynicism, stress or apprehension. This I feel is the best way to describe the works Dale Earnhardt Jr. Jr. soothing, calming, perhaps even a little bit uplifting.
So it goes without saying that if you’re after deep, challenging material, Morning Thought isn’t for you. It’s music to make you feel not think, to send you into a coma not to pull you out of one. The listening experience is designed to go as smoothly as possible; let the band strap you in and let the music float you away, down a river as light as a breeze and as whimsical as the bubbles blown from the pipes at their stage show. Picking up just enough velocity for you to get excited about the chorus.
Synthesisers conspire with soft male vocals to create a modern day lullaby for adults, a slice of infantile melody as performed by Detroit hipsters. Even the percussion sounds like it emerged from a child’s music box. The effect makes it sound like a communal sleepover in a studio apartment, fun, light with just enough sophistication to retain its dignity but not enough power to make it memorable.