Four-piece Flyte, purveyors of 1980s throwback pop, channel a slow-drive on latest release "Words Come Easily." All build up and no payoff, the band hollows out the chorus, giving the title lyric negative space in which to ricochet. It's all a reversal: a pop song about the effable, the facility of language rather than the difficulty of it. The melody hints at the opening moments of Alphaville's "Forever Young," but this is a more than forgivable footnote. Bombast is never courted here, a lasting and shocking prestige never emerges, the drums never really kick in; it's just this, something easy to describe.
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