Yuk. Listening to The Maine is like tucking into the most sugary, sickly sweet ice-cream you can find and gorging on the creamy goodness until you’re bowel starts to shift and you find yourself vomming all over the toilet. They may well end up being a guilty pleasure for a lot of pop-punk fans, but ‘Can’t Stop…’ is just so offensively inoffensively the band may as well be marketed as a Busted-like group rather than a credible ‘rock’ band. McFly probably get more kudos than this lot should.
This record is 12 tracks of saccharine sweet pop-punk songs with the emphasis HEAVILY on the pop. The Maine make Boys Like Girls sound like Dimmu Borgir. Seriously. Each of the 12 tracks is about a girl and while I’d be a massive hypocrite if I slammed a band for that the subject matter is delivered in a way it will only appeal to those desperate for a melodic fix or, and the more likely, the lowest common denominator of music fan. Destined to be the poster boys of punk rock, on the wall of nine-year-old girls worldwide, The Maine can and probably should stop.
There are too many bands that sound like The Maine, and I’d argue the vast majority sound better.