Punch BrothersThe Phosphorescent Blues (Warner)
At over 10 minutes long, the album opener of Punch Brothers’ fourth studio offering is easily an epic. It’s also ambitiously exhausting and frankly, quite dull.
Add into the mix a reinterpretation of a Debussy piece and you can’t help but wonder if you’re just too dumb for such sophisticated stuff. But one can’t exactly accuse Punch Brothers, a quintet from Brooklyn, New York, of being pretentious.
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