Review by Dan Carle
Brock Davis certainly is a tune-carrier, but sadly he is also a carrier of another plague-like affliction within contemporary popular music: Davis has a case of the croons. There is room for only one Harry Connick Jr., and though Davis' genre falls outside of HCJ's schtick, he tries for the same effect -- and fails.
A Vancouver good-old boy, Davis at least did himself a favour by setting his voice to the front of several cuts, albeit slowly, and, later, annoyingly on this disc. He also waxes as a man well-traveled on both sides of that thing called love: "Every Heartbeat," "Let It Burn" and "I Just Can't Say Goodbye" make The River... kind of like a river, meandering slowly along the path of self-righteousness, for no apparent reason. It works, but not really.
Davis' definite ability to carry a tune and the talented and complementary harmonies and mandolins peppered throughout the disc still do not make amends for the dreaded croon, which is the coarse salt of the disc which burns the ears. And that burn is not pleasant.
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