Cravin' Melon distorts time much like the stuff their audience is smoking, making it difficult to tell if they've been playing that riff for a couple measures or hours. Their jams meander inoffensively through adult-contemporary Southern roots like Matchbox Twenty getting their Counting Crows on. You couldn't get much more down the middle if Old Navy had a band. The songs are a strip mall of indistinguishable major-chord melodies, one long StarbucksMcDonaldsSubwayExxonWalmart. They're the musical equivalent of fiber, from their plain consistency to the dry mealy-mouthed aftertaste resulting from prolonged exposure. With The Veldt and Boom. —Chris Parker