Dull, banal and truly dreadful
“Rhythm doesn’t make you a dancer”. Quite true, Brother Jon, and possessing vocal cords doesn’t make you a singer, as you’re proving quite expertly here. Breaking out solo from that group who had those hits – the ones which saw you instantly bludgeoned into a neck muscle-ripping, arm-round-shoulder embrace as soon as that bastardised first note hit.
[b]‘Psycho Jukebox’[/b] isn’t so much the frenzied mix of eclectic styles its title suggests, more another singularly shit-beige palette of classic-songwriting-for-the-people hokum that quite rightly saw the likes of Milburn and Little Man Tate taken out back and shot long ago. Ghastly.
Simon Jay Catling