
Enjoying Blue Merle evokes the sort of guilt that otherwise-hip fans of Counting Crows and Coldplay know too well. The analogy is all the more apt in light of lead singer Luke Reynolds's expressive tenor, which alternates between spot-on impersonations of Adam Duritz and Chris Martin. But cool or not, the Nashville quartet combines jazzy instrumentation -- upright bass and mandolin contribute to a post-Metheny vibe -- with Stephen Harris's crisp production to offer a major-label debut of thoughtful and pristine adult acoustic pop.
At best, a mediocre Coldplay rip-off.