An album so indistinct that the artist had to repeat her name in the title to remind the listener who they’re listening to. Alela Diane & Wild Divine is a very pleasant, very tuneful piece of country-tinged lite rock. However, it’s highly forgettable and people will come out of it remembering what it stands for more than what it actually is. Amidst the competent arrangements, Diane has some pretty clever lines like “Death is a hard act to follow” and “She’s looking like it’s 1995,” but they’re buried in there, tough to find if you’re not looking. The unfortunate thing is that people won’t inspect that much of Wild Divine, and, frankly, I don’t blame them. This album is somewhere in quality between Laura Marling’s I Speak Because I Can and The Watson’s Sisters’ Talking to You, Talking to Me, so my suggestion would be to get the former and leave it at that. While not bad, Wild Divine could use more definition, considering there are literally hundreds of albums like it. In the end, you know the drill. Just because it’s agreeable background music doesn’t make it necessarily worth your time.