Perky Los Angeles siblings Echosmith, average age 18, make the kind of polished, laser-guided indie pop that sounds all too familiar. March Into the Sun, for example, features a nod to the Lumineers’ still ubiquitous Ho Hey, the breezy Bright is Fearless-era Taylor Swift, Come Together aims for the driving synthpop of the Killers’ first album, while the rest congeals into a primary-coloured clump of advert-friendly, frustratingly anonymous background music. The obvious standout is US million-seller Cool Kids, a song whose gold-plated chorus is good enough to make you ignore the clunky, straight-to-DVD teen film lyrics. You sense there’s more to come, but for now Talking Dreams is catchy but characterless.
