Spencer Scheer could use some guts behind his vocals. Besides that, this 60's/70's pop is okay in an ultra safe Barbara Streisand kinda way. Most of the lyrics are simplistically cheesy, and a lounge guitar dominates most of the disc, and my goodness, that guitar's occasional blues tendencies are actually the only redeeming quality I can hear. Come on, let's make music that the unsaved would actually want to listen to! For info, write: 2086 Mill Road, Novato CA 94947
