Title: Barry Manilow Redux
Product review: Sorry, but Howie is one deep rut. Little troubadour with a big voice. First disc, Howie strummed and delivered half a good album. Now,he and his producer confuse seriousness with signifcance and give us 52 minutes of bombast. Virtually every song follows the exact same structure: Howie starts with a whisper or aspirant syllable, shifts into normal voice, then adds strings and begins screaming over them. Just like Barry Manilow, Howie seems to think that volume equals emotion. It doesn't. And who's idea was it to take a decent song "She Says" from Australia and add all the schmaltz? Is Howie making music or auditioning for rot like American Idol?
Would you say this review depicts the product in a flattering or unflattering light?
