Sounds like a hit record to me from the first spin. It opens with a gentle, hypnotic beat with some unique sonic business goin’ on, kind of electronic but not too weird. Brice comes in and at first he’s not so much singing as confessing. He doesn’t dance. He’s got two left feet. Ain’t his style. He doesn’t fall in love either. But here he is, doin’ all that. This is a very manly, very romantic record. An all around perfect piece of work.