While there's nothing essentially wrong with earnest singer/songwriters, it's possible to become rather sick of them. And since the inexplicable success of warbling soldier James Blunt, the market has become rather saturated with them.
Jack Savoretti is the latest in a very long line of intense troubadours, and it's almost as if a record company had put him together themselves. He's got the brooding good looks, the husky voice and a masculine sensitivity guaranteed to make the ladies swoon.
The only problem is that Between The Minds is dull as dishwater, a melancholy ballad that throws a bit of Blunt in, a touch of the Chris Martin-style piano, and a polished production to make it sound quite nice in the middle of the afternoon while relaxing with Radio 2. You can almost hear Dermot O'Leary's voice advertising it on the television. And then you feel blood seeping from your eardrums at the sheer mediocrity of it all, and you weep at the lack of imagination of record company executives everywhere.
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