I won’t beat about the bush here, this is rubbish. It’s a crap album by a crap singer-songwriter with the one of the most grating, horrible voices you’re likely to hear. I feel bad writing this but it has to be done. I also feel bad writing this as I’ve not long since listened to the album and it’s truly nauseating.
While the music is inoffensive enough and could even be quite good in parts, it’s Wallace’s over bearing voice that ruins this party. SHUT UP!SHUT UP!SHUT UUUUP!!! Is what was mainly running through my head for the duration of this album as Wallace tries to cram in too many words in crap couplets onto every song, barely stopping for breath. And they don’t go. The vocals just do not go with the music, they lay on top of it clumsily, frugging away like an old drunken man. You know when kids make up songs while they’re playing, wittering on in a directionless trail? It’s like that, but without the cuteness or innocence. It’s been thought out and been thought to be good, which is just wrong.
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Stopsingingstopsingingstopsingingstopsinging…but he won’t. Pauses are good in songs, they highlight things, they add to things and most of all they give you a rest, but it’s not Dan’s way. And it could be a not-bad album if he learnt to attach a vocal line to the melodies he’s playing. There’re hints of Santana, The Beach Boys and Nick Drake here, albeit not at their best, but they’re ruined, cancelled out by a man clearly in love with the sound of his own voice.
The highlight of the album is Sonatina, the album’s only instrumental. And it’s not that great.
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