Raine Maida can do pretty much anything he wants. With a bevy of platinum-selling Our Lady Peace albums under his belt and his do-gooder status as a War Child Canada supporter, he's Canadian rock royalty. But even this country's elite artists can make bad decisions. Maida's debut solo disc is a prime example.
Filled with self-indulgent spoken word numbers and forgettable modern rock sounds, this is even more mediocre than Our Lady Peace's last record.
There's barely anything redeeming here, especially not Yellow Brick Road. This acoustic number starts off with Maida literally talking about growing up, then devolves into a predictable OLP-style chorus. Throw in the strange Middle Eastern flute at the start and... well, you get the idea.