This poor guy s only 19 and already a victim of gross overhype, being touted as a "guitar virtuoso", which he most decidedly isn't, and someone who's channeling Clapton and Healey. He ain't doin' that either. He has, however, opened, or will soon open, for such notables as Glenn Hughes, Dave Mason, Blue Oyster Cult, Marshall Tucker, Dickey Betts, and others, and that's nothing to sneeze at. The Boston Globe's Meredith Goldstein asks how he could be so knowledgable "about life and loss, the trials of the working man" and etc., but Ms. Goldstein needs a check up from the neck up, 'cause Mulholland's lyrics are dumbass—no more so than most rock, but hardly paeans of worldliness. I hate to say it, but we're watching someone have his legs cut off by industry BS before he even makes it past the starting gate. As with Eric Gales and Mato Nanji, expectations are being set by the moneymen, but the one who will reap the blowback is, as usual, the artist.
The kid plays a decent guitar and possesses a deep voice many years ahead of his true age, but his work is nothing special at all. The SRV-ish tone of Rambling on my Mind is mildly interesting but hardly unique or all that impressive nor is any cut particularly striking in any fashion whatsoever. Mostly, the entire CD tends to run together in a way that gets somewhat hackneyed after a while. Okay, he's 19, attends Berklee, and has put out his fourth CD, but, frankly, what starts out as decent gets, by the sixth cut, plodding. Fortunately, the middle section there has an okay solo, but it's the only sweet spot. Thus, pass Further by, and see if you can't suggest to Mulholland that he take a lot more classes at Berklee………and get an entirely new PR team.
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