Garden Variety’s brand of shiny, organic, and very rootsy pop seems designed to appeal specifically to neo- and post-hippies — i.e., anyone who’s ever loved Rusted Root, the Bogmen, or any of their ilk. The album combines all of the expected conventions, from the sort of acoustic guitar work Dave Matthews mainstreamed to light, jumpy percussion to jammy (but still overly constructed) arrangements of violins, mandolins, and flutes. For the limited and insular contingent of music fans who enjoy this sort of thing, Garden Variety is likely to be a treat. For anyone else, they’ll seem just like their name, and almost horrifyingly clichéd, to boot. – Nitsuh Abebe