If ever an injection of cash from a major label has taken something dear from us, it’s here. Kenny Anderson’s voice is one of the saddest and most beguiling in pop yet, while its charms are still to the fore, too much of this, a follow-up to the breath-catching ‘KC Rules OK’, sees a cash-splashed, rock- and electro-tinted sheen intrude on intimate songs that would be best left bare. A bit like a bunch of ramblers traipsing through your bedroom.
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