Have you ever ridden on a cotton candy cloud through every good place from your dreams and past? If so, then you're already going to love There's Always Something Wrong with Everything and need no convincing. If not, then you get the chance to cruise through the sticky, sweet, and sometimes dark mind of The Milky Whites unaware of what lie ahead. Dreams, memories, commentary, and hopes intertwine to form a balanced fabric of sound that never leans too heavily here nor there. It's a return to childhood in the way that Shane Curry (man behind the band) touches on subjects and moments without lingering in any place too long. That attribute gives the album it's longevity, as it never tampers with anything longer than to examine it and note it. Leaving you to do the dissecting. A truly enjoyable slice of pop heaven, making its own niche for an audience that could be as broad or narrow as only you decide. What do you decide?

This album has everything you could look for throughout every track, it starts off with a friendly "hello" with the title track "There is always something wrong with everything". Almost immediately it takes you by the wrist, pulling you towards total pop bliss with "Bent out of shape" with lyrics like "I know it's not romantic to ask if we can sit down" which make me think of Weird Al. This album resembles Ben Folds lyrical and instrumental structure in that there are songs filled with every kind of mixed up type of love from misguided to disappointing and lost. There is plenty of humor within these tales of dispair and personal observation with "Ooh la la", "Best laid plans" and "1.2 hit wonder" coming off as semi-autobiographical exploits from the life of Shane Curry. Having collaborated on aspects of the album with him I know from personal experience what he went through to produce this album, months of recording and mixing, writing, rewriting, rearranging and of course having the drive and determination to push through and put it all together. If you don't listen to this album you will truly be missing out.

This is a hell of an album, from a musical perspective it takes bits an pieces from all sorts of genres you typically don't see combined in one record. From the stripped down softer side of Kristie's Listening to the almost flawless production value of Clown, to the kick you in the face non-stop action of Bent Out Of Shape this is an album full of mood and musical changes that often occur at a blinding pace (yet without sounding forced). You can literally listen to this album hundreds of times and you will still pick up on new twists of musical changes, word plays, deep and truthful emotion, and often hilarious lyrics you never noticed before. While there are many songs that throw in a twist of humor at one point or another, the album also offers a view at pieces of human nature we don't often like to admit. This album is a fantastic first release, show cases some very talented song writing, but contains the depth and emotion you would expect out of a seasoned artist. I look forward to future releases from this artist.

'There's always something wrong with anything' is a gem of a record. Beyond musical diversity and sonic quality (which it is rich with) it has character, the kind that doesn't seem to exist is nearly any modern music. For those that don't know, this record was recorded entirely in a basement by one man, the cultivated, multi-intstrumental renaissance mad-man Shane Curry. The record fully portrays the many facets of his youthful soul, from his quirky brand of semi-sardonic humour to his child-like longing for a place he calls 'home'. Even if you aren't excited by piano-banging broadway pop, give this record a listen anyway as it is a deep, dark, true-blue self-release and a real quality one at that. I find it quite silly to sit here and describe this album to you in words when you can be previewing it through cdbaby, so please stop reading this and listen to it. I happen to know something about Shane: he is exactly the way his music sounds, and for us (the art-consuming public) a character such as his must be cherished, Otherwise we must accept our fate and bow to the half-baked self labeled icons like Lady GaGa until God sends His son back early out of His pure disgust for our human race. We have a true, refined icon right here, let it be known.