The Problem With... The Script's "For the First Time"

Listen: I know I'm probably not the demographic Dublin band The Script has in mind for their songs -- pretty much all of which appears to be targeted toward women who seek out media aimed at making them cry.

In other words: These guys are like the Nicholas Sparks of music. Which is bad news for everyone who isn't a girl looking to shed a tear or two.

More bad news: This whole aim leads to a bland, transient style for the adult-contemporary band. It's like The Script's superpower is the ability to disappear -- they pop up every few months with a single that's just like their last one, and then, boom, they're gone.

Maybe they should change their name to Evanescence. Oh, wait, that name's taken. Fine. How about Nightcrawler?

Either way, The Script's most recent single, "For The First Time," is so ephemeral you probably don't even remember when you heard it "for the first time." Or who even performed it. It could have been John Legend or The Fray for all you knew.

So imagine my surprise when I learned that this track has been out since the fall of last year. Still, I don't think I'm that late getting to this track, considering it took The Script three years from the beginning of the recession to write, "Man, these times are hard."

Word, The Script. Word.

Anyway, this song follows a pretty standard light rock template, kinda like the aforementioned band The Fray and Keane. This is the sort of stuff you might hear in a primetime drama show.

What's weird is that a few lines in each verse segue into a sorta rap-singing thing. Yeah, I saw that coming. It's not the first time a few Dublin boys tried to sound like black musicians.

But back to The Script: The chorus here details a couple kicking back "old, cheap bottles of wine." Um, I'm sorry -- not much of a wine guy -- but aren't old wines and cheap wines mutually exclusive? Also, if you want to go cheap on wine, aren't there boxes for that?

Don't think about it too long, though -- The Script ain't. Their chorus is followed by ooh-ing and an odd guitar noise. Were words supposed to go there?

I don't know.

All I know is that this Script lacks some character and excitement. If I were writing it, I'd think about including a talking quesadilla. Y'know, just to liven things up.