Diamond continues his stripped down deliveries of songs on this album of covers and reinterpretations. It’s mostly just him and one or two accompanying instruments that play subservient to his voice. Half of it hits its target with pathos and a gravitas that leaves me breathless and the other half has me hovering my finger over the skip button. Covers albums are often a waste of time but when it’s good it justifies its existence, mostly this one does just that.
3½ singing in the dead of night out of 5