The CD would certainly have been good if Knopfler had sung nciht. Because even his guitars sound so uninspired and smooth that even after 12 cycles is asked for matches to hold open the eyes, so be singing in the 21st century is simply intolerable. Knopfler seems the compliment that he had a cuddly voice misunderstood than to have: Singe only pillow style!
I any case like that did not, and when his low, inarticulate Gesäusel is so mixed that it almost drowned Emmylou Harris' voice, it's enough for me.
Brings us to the pleasant aspect of this CD: Emmylou Harris. They, too, a candidate for hyperglycemia, but mostly so close to the pain threshold, that it is chasing a tingle down your spine. Stir your vote, they would also love if they vorläse only the phone book.
On this CD it looks like a beautiful bird in a golden cage. She flutters around, lift off from, comes back to the closely spaced bars; the main message of her singing is false imprisonment; outside the cage growls charmed a tame dog.
3 points will receive the CD for maybe two minutes in which you only hear sing Emmylou Harris. Everything else is too boring even to sleep.