This artist should stick to his day job- which according to the front cover of the album, appears to be sitting at deserted stations, says Davina Richards.

A non-descript medley of uninspiring tunes that will leave you wondering what the point was to start off with. If this was a piece of work by a student before the days of political correctness the teacher would write ‘try harder next time.’

From song to song there is little variation, with no emotional substance. Each tune seems to merge into the next.

The variety of instruments employed throughout the album does not make amends for the feeling of indifference and apathy that this C.D generates in the listener.

Finally it begs the question- was it really necessary to divide the album up into 21 tracks when every one sounds the same?