Title: love ya barry, but....
Product review: ...not since Julie Andrews starred in the Broadway version of Victor/Victoria has a singer I admire been served so badly. I could only bear to listen to this once after purchase -- his voice is harsh and hoarse and he strains constantly to hit the upper register notes. Glad it's done well for him moneywise, but this is the nadir of Manilow recordings. And is it just me, or are the songs of the 50s -- if this is the representation -- hopelessly gooey? This makes every Manilow penned song look like the hardest alternative rock. Let's hope that the next outing (so to speak) is vastly different.
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