From his music to his demeanor, both live and in interviews, Costa comes across as the cool older brother of Brushfire. Jack Johnson invites him to a beach bonfire and he arrives in a sensible cable-knit sweater because he knows it will get cool at night. He's the guy who takes one hit from the bong and says he's good. Hell, he probably is. He goes home at a reasonable hour and listens to the Mamas and the Papas on vinyl with his wife. (In this scenario I am choosing to ignore that Johnson is seven years older than Costa and one is based in Hawaii and the other in California, thank you.)
Matt Costa fits perfectly with the above incredibly specific image I have of the man himself. Without being spectacular, it's good. There are a couple of standout tracks, the first single "Good Times" being one of them, and a few that can be skipped without really missing anything. The lack of risk results in an album that is difficult to really dislike, but equally difficult to fall in love with.
Watch the below music video for "Good Times" for evidence of Matt Costa really wearing the hell out of a sensible sweater.