The sound is unmistakable (as BossHoss just as well), but the concern for a broad mass audience is to hear in every song barely. Everything seems a little softer, smoother, more on the safe side not necessarily bad, but it is also far from good. Music that you can be pleased with, but no longer thinking about the after passing through the individual songs. Hardly a song provides appealing or compelling melodies, and a conscious velvety production, sands reliably the last remaining corners and edges from. The energy, the famous scar, of the guys once (earned) brought to success here is to shut down the same two stages: The Baseballs no longer act as a band, but more like a "Act" which provides what you expected.
It remains an album that really appeals to young and old each, because it quite simply and nobody bothers I forgive this three star for a still existing mood factor, and also for the congenial 50s revival Retrospect, where the band once again clearly makes it unmistakably what they can when they can. Compared to its predecessors Game Day is but little more than a pale imitation.
Wish to remain that the guys do not hear the shot, and not alienating its fanbase with other commerce-pandering. Two cowboys from Berlin deliver as yet just a really terrible example on where you end up with something like this.
