by Robbie Williams, pop (2001)
EMI/Chrysalis, ASIN B00005RFVL
I'm going to sound like a fuddy-duddy old woman, but this album is blasphemy to the nth degree. Robbie Williams doing an album of old Sammi Davis Jr, Frank Sinatra, and Dean Martin numbers?
It's fine if he can pulls it through. But with his thin voice, almost drowned by the orchestra and band accompanying him? Puh-leese. Robbie Williams' hubris has gotten the best of him: the songs here are wafer-thin, lack personality, and as memorable as a third-bit singer shelling for pennies at the roadside.
Most puke-inducing is the CD booklet, which compares Williams to the real thing. Even more sad is that youngsters today will hear his third-rate karaoke version of old torchy classics and think that he's the real and greatest thing ever.
Oh, and Nicole Kidman can't sing Sinatra either.
I want to hurl.
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