Not to be confused with the Noel-Edmondsalike country music Kenny Rogersish American namesake, this album presents the euphonious debut of the noted entertainer/power actor, also of the same name. The work is a collection of standards, handsomely arranged - the orchestration at its most vigorous evoking (presciently) through Mike a post Mike Post era present to the listener.
This in itself is a bonus but make no mistake, the driving force of this album is Mike Reid's idiosyncratic 'friction' approach to singing. Gravel grinding on grit, an abrasive conviction in each word polished by industrial vibrato. A choir of a thousand Rothmans. The listener's ears are finished to a smoothness and sheen that brings more than one smile to the face. Utterly cleansing. If an industrial belt sander could reflect on songs of love, wouldn't they be these?
A personal highlight is a cover of The King's 'Always On My Mind' wherein there're a couple of sung words in the chorus that bring to mind sounds one explicitely doesn't want to hear in the woods at night when camping alone. Something of the night, yes, but also a message of the persistence of love in the face of familiarity and the vicissitudes of life. Two thumbs up and thoroughly recommended.