The voice of Deacon Blue, Ricky Ross has returned with this, his fourth solo album. Again it’s filled with terribly mawkish lyrics and sterile music. It’s a painful listen, like that scene in Wayne’s World where Gareth pictures his worst nightmare as being at a Kenny Rogers concert while undergoing dental surgery. I'm not one to advocate violence, but it's got to be said that anybody who buys this record should be shot. Sorry Ricky.

Rating - 0/10