How a great song ruins the rest of the otherwise solid songs in this album.
Oh look, it’s Taylor Del Rey! Or is that Lana Swift?
Mister Lambert strikes out on his own to do his own thing, and it’s the same thing as before, only duller.
Boys are going la-la, trying to get my ya-ya… How can I resist?
This is his most personal album, which is equivalent to a postcard that sings.