This is such a lovely album. Deceptively beautiful is the term. You could totally write it off as easy listening jazz fluff. Until you read the words and that under the silvery sounds and sweet harmonies and comfortable percussion, it's really quite dark and a little bit depressive.
I wonder how long it's going to take me to tire of his falsetto. Cos he does sing predominantly in his upper registers and so no,
daisydumont, I don't think you will like this at all. :p
Third day and I'm still listening, all quiet fascination.
I do wish I could download the demo version of Seven Of Sundays, though.