Nobody But Me
It’s Christmas! It must be time for the Bublé to release an album. Thankfully it’s not a re-release of Christmas, though having released it as a normal CD, then deluxe, super deluxe, super deluxe with bells, super super deluxe with whistles and tassels and super dooper deluxe best-ever honest (remastered) with free bublé wrap, he’s struggling to go any further with that product. He’s sold 30m albums but 29,999,994 were copies of Christmas.
Nobody But Me, as its name suggests, is the first album Mr Bublé has produced by himself and its mostly other people’s songs. Among the originals is one co-written by a local lad — Harold Styles, from Holmes Chapel. He might have a career in music.
As you’d expect, the arrangements are soaring and the jazz-pop-big band sound suggests all the tunes are classic oldies from the days of Sinatra.
It’s mostly inoffensive. Covers of My Baby Just Cares for Me and God Only Knows perhaps don’t work so well, though if you’d not heard the originals you might disagree.
He’s aiming at a younger audience, too — he delivers (no, really) rap on Someday, a ballady number written by Meghan Trainor and Styles.
Elsewhere the older tunes work better at this format, such as Dean Martin’s On An Evening In Roma and Matt Monro’s My Kind Of Girl, or even Sinatra’s The Very Thought Of You. Groovy.
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