modes with the odd new guitar accent and the slightly harsher percussive attack. Everything remains composed yet acts rowdier, and Isaak, with his top-drawer gift for singing chord changes, thrives; he pleads and bleeds, caresses and croons like he's still not over his discovering Duane Eddy and Roy Orbison. This isn't war; it's love.
JAMES HUNTER
(RS 893 - April 11, 2002)
All the attention paid to Isaak's 1950s sound has resulted in people taking his songwriting talents for granted over the years. That said, both sound and songs seem to be off on this one. Whether it's the modern, digital feel of the session obscuring the power of his tunes or not, is hard to tell. Not bad at all, but it feels like Isaak's first misfire.
