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| Being in a bit of a gay mood (purely in the modern, homosexual sense of the term, you understand), my first thought when this CD dropped out of the Jiffy bag was "sack the stylist!" Having actually listened to this thing, I have revised this opinion slightly: P45s should also be dished out to the producer, the band, the A&R and everyone else involved in this record. Heads must roll! |
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My reasons for advocating mass redundancies on a scale not seen since Margaret Thatcher’s glory days are straightforward enough. To The Man I Never Knew is the kind of polite, insipid, predictable schlock which Radio 2 used to playlist endlessly before it got hip, embellished by clichéd lyrical flourishes ("set your spirit free" – aaargh) and marketed as "emotional poetry set to pop" – surely a phrase to loosen the bowels if ever there was one. It’s enough to make you think fondly of The Corrs, before seriously contemplating suicide.
Of late, much has been made of the phrase "coffee table", deployed to term music which is at once fashionable and easy-on-the-ear. Profoundly lacking in any bite, edge or anything else which might make her stand out in the overcrowded AOR market, Daliah is in fact "sub-coffee table". What this phrase actually means probably depends largely on what happens to be underneath your coffee table – in our case, last week’s Heat and a red wine stain. Yes, that seems to sum things up nicely.
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