There’s no denying that Krall has a wonderfully velvety croon, but this collection of pop covers plods at a snails pace and only negatively detracts from the original recordings. Producer David Foster has to take some responsibility, denying the singer more vigorous arrangements, and vitally, a decent rhythm section to ramp up the pace. It’s an album that probably sounds more interesting played at 45 rpm.
Album number ten from the German power/progressive metal band. Technically perfect performances with enough over egged symphonic additions and good old fashioned pomposity and bombast to keep their fans happy, but one wonders where any new listeners are going to find a route in.
Second album from the Coldplay endorsed wannabe’s. Indeed, singer Steve Garrigan’s mix of falsetto and alto shows just how desperate he is to be Chris Martin when he grows up, and his band are doing their best to reach that plateau of complete bland-out simplicity. May stake a claim to be as crucial as other Irish groups like The Script, Westlife and Boyzone.