Get Thereis the debut album from Minor Alps, an indie pop duo formed of Juliana Hatfield and Matthew Caws. Both artists have long been involved with the American indie-rock scene; Hatfield having performed as part of Blake Babies and Some Girls, whilst Caws is a member of Nada Surf. As a result Get There, is a truly collaborative effort with both artists bringing their experience to the project. It's no surprise that they share a co-writing credit on each track and, following the legacy of many other indie pop duos, share vocal duties as well.

Throughout the album, Hatfield and Caws predominantly sing together, sometimes harmonising, such as on the track 'Maxon', but often just happy with complimenting one another's voice. Their voices on tracks like 'If I Wanted Trouble' and 'Radio Static' are pitched so closely together that it becomes difficult to tell the two apart and results in the vocal performance sounding like it's been double-tracked. It's a shame as the moments when they opt for a more harmonious performance are actually quite beautiful, but they are few and far between.

This sense of a missed opportunity is a dark cloud that hangs over Get There. Given the musical history of the two artists and the legacy of great boy-girl indie duos (She & Him, and Isobel Campbell & Mark Lanegan instantly spring to mind) it's difficult to not be a little disappointed at what is a relatively in-offensive and static record. The vast majority of songs lack variation, instead opting to stick to a template of plucked guitar, softly spoken vocals and drum loops. Opening track 'Buried Plans' is indicative of most of the record, an acoustic guitar riff repeated over two minutes that neither rises nor falls. 'Wish You Were Upstairs' may introduce a keyboard towards the end, but there is a sense throughout that rather than being taken on a journey with each song, Minor Alps are instead choosing to tread water.

There are a couple of songs that break this mould. 'Mixed Feelings', which rather awkwardly follows 'Wish You Were Upstairs' is a spiky pop-punk number that at least has a distinctive chorus and a lovely use of call-and-response in the lyrics. But it finishes abruptly, crashing back down into the acoustic-driven 'Radio Static'. 'I Don't Know What to Do With My Hands' is another up-tempo track, this time taking more of a rock and roll influence. Here the closely pitched vocal performance works exceptionally well, as Hatfield and Caws sing of teenage sexual angst in a way that envisions a young almost-couple sat at opposite ends of the couch, stealing glances and edging their way closer to one another, hoping for that first thrill of touching the other's hand.

Unfortunately the lyrics are so unbelievably chaste that they threaten to suck all of the song's sexually charged atmosphere. "I peel the label off the bottle and tear it to tiny pieces / I don't know what to do with my hands" runs the bridge into the first chorus. It's certainly a relatable image, but it's so literal that it arrives awkwardly. The middle eight, where the duo sing of "nothing lost, nothing broken" is far more effective and nicely exemplifies the inner turmoil of a teenager debating whether or not to make the first move.

Get There suffers from a similar state of limbo to that of a love-stricken teenager. For the most part it wants to be a charming collection of indie-pop songs that are easy to relate to, but still yearns to occasionally break out and start making noise. It feels that in an attempt to control those urges, Hatfield and Caws have made a record that, whilst it has its charm, lacks in any real excitement.