Grr. Why, just why does such over-produced melodramatic saccharine-sweet music exist? Imagine Paolo Nutini’s overly-cutesy style with Chris Martin’s voice and all the emotion of a pop idol loser.
This is by-the-numbers singer-songwriter stuff, which will no doubt be lapped up by its desired demographic (i.e. ten-year-old girls, the people who choose the music in Starbucks, and Andrew Lloyd Webber). If you have any sense, you will know by now not to bother with Tom Baxter