If you're gonna go male-singer Motown-lush this is the blueprint. Everything does surge and swoon, headphones overstuffed with sweetness and sadness. Classic sound. Fair enough.
But as a straighthrough album-style listen its a disaster. So samey, levelwise and tempowise and tonewise (only exception: Tea House in China Town's menacing swagger). Every song is about love; approximately every one of them is about love you've lost. HDH locked into a subject and a sound and threw 11 versions at the wall till singles stuck - the process isn't overwhelmingly worth your time 3/5
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