Failing

Look, I'm human. I like this—how could I not? Catchy pop song by three sisters with a cool origin story.

But I don't get the constant name-checking of classic Fleetwood Mac. There's some Mac there, of course—it'd be surprising if there weren't—but to my ears it's very clearly filtered through the much more recent and much much direct influence of Wilson Phillips. Sure, both have a classic SoCal sound, but there's still a big difference, and this is much more the latter than the former.

Which isn't to say it's not great stuff. 'cuz it is. The Clash is great stuff. So is Pink Floyd. So is Madonna. But that doesn't make it correct to say that any of the three sound like either the first or second great Miles Davis Quintet.