If the name of Celine Dion's latest leads you to think it's an experimental album featuring a gamelan orchestra, or a political one that finds her sounding off on the hot-button issues of the day, you've been misled. It's safer than anti-lock brakes, and about as much fun to listen to.
Take your chances. The treacle is thick enough to suffocate you. The album is also comfortably ignorant of the times. With its feathery production and common pop arrangements, it could have come out in 1996. The biggest chances taken are on Surprise Surprise, which sounds like a cover of a lost Goo Goo Dolls single polished to a glaring shine, and Right Next To The Right One, a shot in the dark at Norah Jones-style cabaret/lounge.