Reviews usually start out by describing something about the artist, but I am throwing all of that out the window, and I am immediately starting with a critique. My one critique is that he waited until August 5th to release this jam with incredible summer vibes. What the hell, man?
What does it mean to be Sky Olson? That’s usually a question you’d ask the artist, but I am going to ask and answer for him. Being Sky means being a poor man’s John Mayer if you consider poor people anyone making less than $400,000.* But for those who like John Mayer, Sky is so much more. He’s actually a good person. There are no qualifiers. You don’t have to have a disclaimer or follow it up with, "I know he’s a terrible person." "Cruise Control" is a fun, upbeat summer jam that evokes the image of driving—top down—up one of the many canyons here along the Wasatch Front at sunset bathing in the ethereal golden hour that turns this state into an otherworldly landscape for a few brief minutes every day from May to September. This song had me dancing around my brother’s apartment like I was Rocky Balboa is getting trained by Apollo Creed in a dingy LA boxing gym learning to be loose and more agile in the ring during the training montage in Rocky III.* The Only difference being I was in Irvine, CA, and Apollo Creed was replaced by my brother's chihuahua, Winchester, who was just staring at me.
*If you need a little help with this comparison, usually saying so-and-so is a poor man’s this or that is a slight, commenting on its decrease in value or quality. By saying $400k, I am insinuating that the John Mayer comparison is accurate, and there is only a slight decrease in quality due to the fact that Sky is an indie artist. Pound for pound, in terms of bang for your buck, Sky knocks it out the park.
**Unfamiliar with this strangely homoerotic scene from the classic '80s movie? Check it out here.
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