Despite it's polish and moments of lush musicality and melodiousness it was by-and-large impossible to like.
The whole thing was an arch pastiche-c*m-inadvertent parody of a sound popular roughly 5 years previously that itself borrowed more than freely on the blue-eyed soul or Boz Scaggs, D. Bovvie and wry art-school jazz stylings of Steely Dan.
Too oleaginously slick and smart-arse for its own good.
Too oleaginously slick and smart-arse for anyone to actually buy the album at the time also it seems.
Boomers had The Dan, Scaggs, Hall & Oates and Bovvie, Gen-Xers had that and loads of other crap they either loved or loathed and Millennials were too busy grooving to Vanilla Ice and, er, Zodiac Mindwarp?
Epically overproduced, epic fail.
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