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):
Texas is about the only musical mecca these overhyped Scottish media darlings don’t visit on this tepid disc.
Instead, these blue-eyed soul-popsters travel to Minneapolis to ape Prince’s booty-knocking soul, swing by Memphis to swipe a little of the Rev. Al Green’s heavenly style and then settle down in Motown, where they spend most of the album copping Marvin Gaye and Diana Ross’s sweet sounds. You know, critics (especially the ones who drool over singer Sharleen Spiteri) wonder why Texas’s albums don’t do as well in America as in the U.K. Well, for the same reason McSushi wouldn’t sell in Japan — the originators already do it better themselves.
