These tracks would we even think, if there were others that Caro is only one of these media-webbesques epiphenomena called to extinguish themselves. But there are other so (the tube unstoppable That Man, Hollywood / Monroesque The Other Woman, the grinning Dr. Wanna Do, sensuelo-tangoïsé I Know That He's Mine or groovy shaggadeliquement The Lipstick on His Collar) and a nice bit of mischievous voice and not unpleasant to the ear at all. That's when the music is more pop than jazz, Broadway more than StarAc ', it works best and it is does one sometimes takes to dream that in other circumstances, with less arrangements "kitsch & fun", more organic, the case could have been better handled differently.
Currently, it suffices (though hardly) few bubbles creativity came oxygenate the album hoping, of course, whether the promise of a bright future that picture more readily cousin of Irish Imelda May that British Lili Allen (as is the case here) ... To be continued.
