The Roy Owens Jr. are a tough sell these days. How can you pitch a rock band that aren't obnoxious, that don't think they're clever, that don't pout, or preen, or sneer? Unfashionably, their music does not conjure harsh geometric shapes or snow-covered horizons or heartrending cliff top breakups. They don't even wear scarves. My wife once mistook one of their songs for Hootie & the Blowfish, and after an incredulous wince, I realized I could not mount a convincing counterargument. Their appeal... More >>>