THIS is the eighth studio effort from the Canadian supermarket favourite, who has sold more than 30 million records worldwide - many to people who won’t buy music again all year.
Such figures, along with his virtual omnipresence, suggest he’s doing something right, and in fairness there’s nothing any reasonable listener could dislike about his classic jazz-flavoured pop.
That, however, is precisely the problem. This is music formulated for minimal offence, watered down with minimal risk, and, as such, failing to provoke any form of emotion.
In a way, it’s a musical embodiment of the colour beige; painfully safe, somewhat dull and seemingly dreamt up as an ideal kitchen decoration. 5/10. AW