This album always gets me imagining what it could have sounded like with real drums and less danceclub crap. Plus, after years of defending it against friends, Whitney's voice finally starts to irritate me.
Occasionally shows glimpses what Whitney and Votolato are trying to create with 'I Started A Fire' and 'Polaroids And Red Wine', and the last half of the album is an effective moody wash of sound, but too often it is let down by run of the mill songs that irritate the listener more than entertain them. Most disappointingly of all, Whitney's lyrics, usually the strongest part of his work, take a dive as well. Worth a listen but unmemorable
While some high quality tracks keep this a somewhat enjoyable album, about half are unmemorable and simply blend together. Does not live up to the highly charming Highways of Gold or Johnny Whitney's Neon Blonde.