Drew Young’s new CD fuses quicksilver pop sensibilities and the languorous rhythms of life down South where he was born. It reminds me of a softer and gentler DB’s, maybe a sweet but not saccharine send up of Burt Bacharach. Which is all to say I like it. Very much.
— John T. Edge, Oxford American
He was the central element of the group Ruben Kincaid and made his first solo album in 1998 (reviewed here in RifRaf). Finally there is a sequel. Apparently Drew Young has specialised even further in making sophisticated pop with acoustic intermezzi. The melodic richness is detailed in a subtle way by of some extra colouring with violins and accordeon. Related names that pop up by listening to this record are Divine Comedy, Al Stewart, Lloyd Cole, Fat’s Garden and even David Bowie and Steely Dan. You can hear clearly the touch of producer Glen Tarachow, someone who is very active in the New York scene of film, television and theater. He also worked with wellknown jazz artists as Wallace Roni and Geri Allen. It’s about time that Drew Young gets finally a serious distribution deal in Europe.”
— Gregg Newby – Memphis Historian and Roustabout
Part-time New Orleanian Drew Young captures the city’s laid-back groove on his new disc, No Good at Being Cool. Young combines delicate string parts, layers of acoustic guitar, drum loops and a whispery vocal style to craft musical confessions and love stories that are reminiscent of Psychedelic Furs, the Cure and other seminal modern rock bands at their most hypnotic.
— Rich Collins , InsideNewOrleans.com
In a world of vanishing reference points, it’s music we veterans use to collect ourselves. Drew is, dare we say it, drunk or thinking drunk most of the time, and by that definition, conquering all our fear and concerns by not taking things too seriously. But Drew is not talking any shit. Here is someone who survived his own adolescence. He intoxicates real life with stories and observations that can only come from hard years in the craft. Just hear the chords and the changes against his salmagundi of lyrics hewn of the finest people watching, bar room speculation, and soul searching.
The regrets in “Ordinary Day”, very much like he’s airing out his head. Other songs are reminiscient of a younger Bob Dylan conversing with an older Lisa Loeb in a timeless, time-in-a-bottle place. Drew’s years in Baton Rouge and New Orleans come through in the open sounds of his acoustic guitar on “Come To Me”. And yet he has NYC sophistication, especially in the drums, from the background of very seamless production.
Drew Young goes down very smooth. Smooth like a mountain stream. Note the comparison to a fine lager. Straight up, it’s the kind of music that belongs in a cold glass for when you’re free to kick back. If your life
had very atmospheric, in-the-narrative, unobtrusive music telling of desperations and subtleties, it would be Drew Young’s latest, “No Good At Being Cool”, a meditation on how he managed to stop thinking so much and just go with it, whatever it is. When you make for the time for the drive through Big Sky Montana with someone next to you, you’ll want a copy of “Come To Me” playing on your stereo, while you stare at how big it really is.
— Mark Volpe, Los Angeles Resident Writer at Large
“A founding member of Athens/ Atlanta pop superstars Ruben Kincaid. Young recently put together his sophomore solo album No Good at Being Cool. Full of comfortable sophistipop, it shows an artist at ease with himself but still exploring the world. Or perhaps vice versa.”
“On Somethings Not Right, Drew Young offers an intelligent take on the
pop-rock singer-songwriter model. Young infuses the literate tunes with
a world-weary smirk that occasionally breaks into a full-on ironic grin.
Highly recommenced listening!”
-Lee Valentine Smith Creative Loafing (Atlanta), Flagpole (Athens).