Crooning by committee. Such is the impression this disappointing exercise in overkill leaves. There’s no question that twentysomething Canadian Matt Dusk has a sturdy set of pipes, a solid sense of swing and a polished appreciation for Rat Pack-esque showmanship. But, churning through most of the dozen tracks that fill his fourth studio release, it seems painfully evident that Dusk isn’t being recorded but packaged. The arrangements seem too grand, too slick; the strings too lush and loud; the phrasing oddly forced, resulting in a style that sounds less like Sinatra and more akin to a curious melding of Dean Martin and Jerry Lewis.
Become a JazzTimes member to explore our complete archive of interviews, profiles, columns, and reviews written by music's best journalists and critics.