It’s country music.

That’s pretty much all that can be said for the debut album of last season’s X Factor winner, Tate Stevens. It’s at least decent country music, if you’re into that, but there’s not a single thing about the album that sounds any different from everything that’s already airing on the CMT countdown your mom puts on when she’s making breakfast in the morning.

It may not be offensive to the ears, but everyone should be bored of this by now. If anything, the album proves that Americans voting in TV singing competitions don’t actually know what they’re doing, because they could have picked someone new and interesting that would add something to the radio instead of an everyman chubby dad composite of every male country artist from the last ten years.