Here’s part of an early review (by Scott Paulin) on Barnes & Noble: Sting doesn’t pretend to be a classical singer, but the eloquent melodies are intact, despite a gravelly grain and an occasional strain in his voice, something that actually turns out to be ideally expressive when he sings a line like “Oh let me living die, till death do come,” in the devastating closing song, In Darkness Let Me Dwell. The only moments that feel really indebted to pop are Sting’s multi-tracked vocal harmonies on Fine Knacks for Ladies and a few other songs that momentarily bring the Beach Boys to mind. Yet as the album progresses, you appreciate more and more how much Sting’s pop talents and his very personal approach allow him to penetrate and animate the inner emotions and meanings of Dowland’s timeless music.
Source: Barnes & Noble
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