This came out in 2001 – or at least that’s when I got it. Here’s what I said about it back then (with some minor editing):
Justin and Christiaan Webb’s daddy Jimmy wrote so many ’60s hits he could (and probably should) have his own K-Tel album — By the Time I Get to Phoenix, Wichita Lineman, Up Up and Away and MacArthur Park all poured from his pen. Like father, like sons? Well, yes and no.
It’s not that the Webb boys aren’t exemplary songwriters; the 13 magnificently crafted, lush gems on their sophomore CD Maroon are telling testament to their compositional skills. It’s just that the elegant piano melodies, theatrical arrangements, shimmering textures and woozy head-trip pop of cuts like Liar’s Club, I Can’t Believe You’re Gone and Fluorescene Lights suggest the boys are the scions of Randy Newman and Elvis Costello, or at least distant cousins of Ben Folds and Rufus Wainwright. Proof that the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree — though sometimes it does roll in a totally different direction.