• Record Label: Republic
  • Release Date: Jul 28, 2009
User Score
6.8

Generally favorable reviews- based on 93 Ratings

User score distribution:
  1. Positive: 65 out of 93
  2. Negative: 23 out of 93

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  1. JimBob
    Nov 5, 2009
    0
    This man should be should be shot for hijacking the Ferrari that is the Postal Service and turning it into cloying, pink, 1hp, Pinto. Joe Satriani successfully sued Cold Play for absconding with his work, why can't Jimmy Tamborella and Ben Gibbard sue this douche for his manhood...too late.
  2. JeffS
    Nov 2, 2009
    1
    This album is everything that's wrong with kids today. Bleech!
  3. Corey
    Nov 4, 2009
    2
    On their own, the G-rated, unoriginal lyrics that sound like they were written by a high school freshmen are enough to make this album something to be avoided. The fact that this may be the most derivative album of all time with a sound which approximates that of the far-superior Postal Service so closely that it should be a crime makes it an album that should be banned.
  4. Oct 22, 2012
    3
    It's hard to feel as happy as "Ocean Eyes" tries to make you feel when all it does is smash a hammer down on your head demanding that you feel that way.
Metascore
53

Mixed or average reviews - based on 14 Critics

Critic score distribution:
  1. Positive: 2 out of 14
  2. Negative: 1 out of 14
  1. A handful of ballads do add variety to the album's pace, but Owl City is largely a vehicle for the one song Adam Young knows how to make.
  2. Young's second set of lush, Postal Service-indebted electronic pop, Ocean Eyes, is so daydream-ready, you might forgive him for admitting out loud that he'd ''rather pick flowers instead of fights.''
  3. Love songs like "On the Wing"--a ballad with a plush, twinkling electro beat where the singer lies awake dreaming of his beloved-- are serious mush, like an amorous e-mail you'll regret in the morning.