We enter the home straight with a feller who doesn’t seem to have had any records out, so this is two years old. Sorry about that…

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Tom Ewing: Accurately captures the nervous boredom of waiting for someone you might not love any more. And then keeps on accurately capturing it.
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Jonathan Bogart: Soul boy reaches out for the hem of Teddy Pendergrass’ garment, fails to touch it.
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Frank Kogan: A sensitive soul misses love, finds murk, his self-pitying monotony temporarily relieved by the rhyming of “distraction” with “ask ya.”
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Martin Skidmore: If Will Young wanted to make records like Maxwell, they might well sound just like this. He’s actually not quite as skilled as either, but it’s a good try at a good goal. I’m not sure he has quite enough in his voice to captivate on such a restrained track, which at times leans towards the soporific in its quiet smoothness, but I can at least imagine loving something by him in the future.
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Jer Fairall: I really didn’t need Justin Timberlake to try to be Chris Isaak.
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Doug Robertson: I think that at some point a number of panelists on the Sound of 2011 confused the desire to find artists at the cutting edge of music with a desperate search for butter knives.
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Katherine St Asaph: He can sing, therefore he’s already got a leg up on half this crowd. But it’s going to take more than falsetto and male-isma to surpass any given American Idol semifinalist. A less obvious backing track, too.
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Alex Macpherson: There’s promise here: the arrangement is tasteful in the best way, every element from the wandering organ to the pensive bass sounding both crystal clear and necessary, and perfectly paced. The song, though, seems flabby — a still life scenario that doesn’t progress anywhere, painted in clichés. As if to compensate, Daley oversings, bringing to mind unfortunate echoes of Simply Red, and loses the plot completely with an inexplicable scatting section.
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Anthony Easton: With the BSB and NKOTB working the nostalgia circuit, we needed a singer who sounded like a less butch Nick Lachey.
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Alfred Soto: I made a mistake of watching the video. Couldn’t take his eyes off his hair. Whatever “retro” effect the organ washes and “spare” production is supposed to evoke, I kept thinking of Mick Hucknall wearing a Justin Timberlake fright wig from 2000.
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