Oh dear. Another CD that I had nothing to with purchasing. It seems my wife doesn’t stray far from the “C” box in the music store.
And after 162 reviews, I’ve found an album that genuinely pisses me off. Several CDs have disappointed me with substandard songs, poor recording quality, or just shattered memories. Others have bored me. This one actually makes me angry.
Here we find supposed legend Ray hooking up with a succession of collaborators to duet on alleged classics from the much vaunted American Songbook.
The result is nauseating. One muzak reworking after another. Every cliche gets thrown into the mix. This is the album I’ve most wanted to ‘skip track’ through.
There is so little to like on here. His number with B.B.King is almost palatable.
But, this is pretty much everything that is wrong with adult-oriented, self-reverential, industry-grandising corporate music. There is no soul, no heart, no sincerity to all this. Take it away please.
Scarily (but not surprisingly) this last-ever release from Charles picked up a wheelbarrow load of Grammys – a sad indictment of all I lambasted in the preceding paragraph.
File under: Worse than Joanie Loves Chachi