Here we go again. Chiming guitar lines, siren-like distortion, airy major-minor keys, cheaply earnest hooks, noncommittal, unqualified downer lyrics and sleepy-eyed vocals -- all prettied up with swathes of warm reverb and analog synth -- can't hide the fact that Statistics, the one-man singer/songwriter project of Omaha resident Denver Dalley, come off like an emo version of Coldplay.
There may be something to be said for heartfelt simplicity in middling indie rock, and occasionally Statistics strike up something elegant -- the storm of anthemically produced guitar-ache at the end of "The Grass Is Always Greener", or the polyrhythmic and cathartic burst of drums at the end of "Reminisce", or Dalley's insistent vocals in "Sing a Song"'s chorus. But in between lie graceless clichés of cloud-rock aplenty, from "Leave Your Name"'s woeful sample of that "we're sorry, your call did not go through" telephone message to the skin-deep nostalgia of "Hours Seemed Like Days" ("claymation is gone and now it's all become CG") to the threadbare balladeering of "2 A.M.".
In other words, Leave Your Name is a pleasant, harmless, inoffensive entry in a brand of indie rock that's as rigid in format as modern country -- a slightly shallow genre exercise that might work well as wallpaper during conversations with friends.