Something "mustachioed ponytail" the smell of bleach dating pool, the remains of a line of cocaine lying on the edge of a municipal swimming pool more than Hockney; the evil cunning of musicians damn resourceful in comparison both Steely Dan are the Raincoats (or the Shaggs). It is the only disk Dan Donohue, do not ask me anything more about him, a sort of George Kaplan he seems to have once existed, but so little ... oh look carefully we discover that he participated in - hard - musical Jesus Christ Superstar , his only album was produced by Terence Boylan (Don Henley and Stevie Nicks to hum in the background), nothing more, nothing less, that's about enough ... At first glance all this does not inspire confidence, a ghostly singer this music too white, too smooth, these musicians too clever to be honest, this finish is too refined, this disc which could have everything from air-conditioned nightmare west-coast ... But Dane Donohue is sometimes better that what appears to be a little on the edges of jazz-rock bleach abhorred by everyone, rather posed next to Jackson Browne and the adult soft pop that is often listens with pleasure, knowing that there is nothing transcendent, not far from Doobie Brothers and their music valium centrist, in short, more in the middle of the road at the edge of the pool. We hear it all with a vague sense, a dull appetite, it will leave us invade almost empty, almost empty this will soon become a bottomless pit into which we must learn to live. There.
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