Sarah Slean’s sixth studio album is just as boring as ever. Sure, she’s a capable songwriter, but she doesn’t take any risks. The only extremes in the music are the overly maudlin theatrics that make it seem as if she’s older than she is. Slean comes off as drama without the scandal; I can just imagine her with closed eyes, holding one hand over her heart while the other flits oh so carefully across the piano keys.
Some cheesy songs on this record might make you feel something – if you’re in one of those moods when just watching a television commercial can excite emotion.