I do get tired of Michael Ball‘s albums. He basically spews out about three a year with the same songs over and over. Especially from musicals, as he is a West End star and acts as such in the recording studio, never making any real concept albums.
To discuss Ball’s vocals is a bit of a moot point. He’s a baritone. He belts. He’s powerful. He’s emotive. He’s over the top. You can pilot a plane through his vibrato, and so on. He is very pleasent to listen to, has a beautiful tone and thus the material he records verges on tragic as it’s such a waste of a huge talent. But there you are. This is what we get from Michael Ball, and we have to make the most of it. Continue reading