It is probably inappropriate to label a singer as a cash in product. After all, a singer is an artist and not a laundry detergent commercial. The problem here is that the talented
David Foster doesn't seem to know the difference and has taken the lovely Tennessean
Jordan Hill as his "find." For all evident purposes, he has made her into a
Mariah Carey cardboard cut out. Sure she seems sweet, sure she has voice and looks, too, but absolutely nothing here stands out as original or distinguishing, which is exactly what is demanded of a new artist who wants to make a career. There are some very listenable songs here with very nice production,
Barry Gibb even lends his vocals to a remake of
the Bee Gees' "Too Much Heaven." "Remember Me This Way" from the Casper soundtrack is pretty, but its best attribute was not due to itself but by playing at the emotional peak of that movie when Christina Ricci danced with the friendly ghost. It is hard to understand how the album goes wrong when the songs are decent, the production is decent, there is a duet with an All 4 One member, some R&B, some pop, some dance, and an attractive vocalist. The problem is that
Jordan Hill deserves a "face" all her own, and not just a package to compete for radio. ~ Peter Fawthrop