You know when girls and really sensitive guys need some “time to think”, and they go home and put on an album and cry into an embroidered handkerchief? This is that album. It’s not that I have anything against Damien Rice, I respected O as a thoughtful singer/songwriter debut. But this is just pushing the bill. Rice seems to almost create an interesting song several times during the album (like the end of “The Professor” and “La Fille Danse”) but fails to deliver, and that’s pretty much the theme for this project.