Junior League bills themselves as a “contemporary blend of indie and bluegrass.” Now, I’m not a hillbilly (completely), but I grew up around enough FFA members, cattle, and corn farms to know better. Oh Dear is hardly bluegrass—more country-lite. Very lite. Sure, they have the requisite bluegrass tools—banjo, mandolin, fiddle, and harmonica—but the tunes meander around and never really grab hold of you. It’s like set-dressing on a stage: just there for appearances. Plus, the music sounds off; their sound/mix/producer guy needs to get his ears checked. Though “Euclid” and “WSM” aren’t half bad (I wasn’t wincing while I listened), they’re still off-target. And “Nameless” is simply an abomination. They tout their singer, Lissy Rosemont, as a Georgia girl whose father sang her Hank Williams at night and whose family had a fiddler festival in North Carolina. Well, I watched Star Wars and my family is a bit over the moon, but that doesn’t make me an astronaut. Rosemont’s singing is plain, sometimes off-key, and it gets lost in the music. If you’re looking for some good Appalachian music, check out Chatham County Line, whom I reviewed last October in the Rail. Junior League doesn’t even belong on the Junior Varsity team, though I’m sure they’d make an adequate rec league team.