This is a dire album. It should've been entitled, 'Marc Almond Does Karaoke In His Living Room Whilst Doing The Ironing'.

There are a few decent efforts on here, but I find myself pining for the old times, when Marc was a tortured soul & writing stuff about kitchen sink dramas, vampires, drugs and transvestites.

I've tried so hard to like this album, but then I realised that I've never had to do so before with a Marc Almond effort.

Please make your next one better. I feel like a life-long relationship is coming to an end, but I don't want it to...

Marc Almond - you are a God and you deliver the goods time after time. I actually got quite moved when listening to 'I have lived.' Simply beautiful.