Reviewed by Eric Saeger
Okay, okay, about four songs in I get where this is going, basic Weatherscan background jazz Ã la Kenny G, born from Freddyâ€™s artistic turpitude developed during hack stints with Average White Band, Michael McDonald, need I say more. The ideas, though lovingly rendered by Freddy and co-producer Mo Pleasure (am I supposed to know who that is?) are budgeted for Vegas soul outings, like demos for Anita Bakerâ€™s backup band, that sort of thing. Klyde Jonesâ€™s singing on Letâ€™s Go Round Again reads like a male Vonda Shepard â€“ the squeaky-cleanliness is as devout as youâ€™d ever want if this is your bag, up to and including the pensively amused glamor shots that fill the CD cover, the artist reposing in facial expressions that tell you someone just told him a polite joke they recently printed in Huffington Post or somesuch.