Music buyers who frequently peruse the two-dollar bargain bins of their favorite CD store should keep an eye out for Dropline’s debut album, You Are Here. The quartet has been cloned from the same DNA of countless bands that imitate the derivative adult alternative sound as if people yearn for another minor league Train or Matchbox Twenty every time they flip on the radio or MTV. What keeps a band like Dropline from breaking out of the crowded marketplace is an utter lack of strong hooks, personality, and any sort of distinctiveness.
The problem with Dropline is that they are complacent with being ordinary. The album’s melodies never truly stick and are instantly forgettable. The subject matter of their bland songwriting consists solely of clich