Reviewed by Phil Thomson

Five average length, average songs. Perhaps the phrase 'silky rock' is an oxymoron, but that's what you'll be listening to - a wonderfully comfortable lead vocal, soft 'n' easy, no edges. Texas-based Clayton doesn't seem to do the anxious, larynx-challenged pouting we have grown to expect of the Christian rocker trying to drum up an audience. Instead, we get the exhortation and urgency by default, a perfectly timed muffled message, tipping towards MOR. The sound is redolent of a fairly ordinary stadium worship gig, only this is carefully crafted studio material in the capable hands of. . . you've guessed it, Chris Clayton, producer. Also, engineer. Also lead vocal. Also, co-writer. Also acoustic and electric guitar, keys, percussion, loop programming - yeah, well you get the drift. The rest of the four-piece band are definitely up to the bar and do get mentioned in the credits; the playing and production is faultless. . . but. There is obviously a well-oiled machine behind Mr Clayton. But (another 'but') his work is really not saying very much, nor does it live up to the exaggerated claim of the title. The five songs are not anthems, there's little mystery. There is just not enough risk for that, not enough invention. The lyrics are weak and cliché-ridden, the sentiment universally self-effacing.

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