This came out in 1999 – or at least that’s when I got it. Here’s what I said about it back then (with some minor editing):
You gotta feel sorry for Julian Lennon.
No matter what he does, he’s always gonna be compared to his dad. And he’s never gonna measure up — because no one could. Unfortunately, this collection of toothless lite-rock treacle isn’t going to help matters. Sure, Julian’s confessional lyrics reflect his new, hard-won maturity. Yes, the tunes are polished, smooth, FM-ready pop. And hey, there’s even a blatantly Fab rocker and a Lucy In The Sky swirl or two. So what’s missing? Well, how about passion, edge, oomph, guts and energy? These songs are so antiseptic and wimpy they make Valotte sound like Iron Man. Which is Julian’s real problem — he sings like John, but he writes songs like Paul.
