Rufus Wainwright's Want One: Two and a half stars. Really? Really. One must admit the reviewer is mostly to be acknowledged for the review, pointing out its strongest pieces. Yet no mention of Dinner At Eight, the concluding song which is almost too good to be true. And by the reviewer's own admission: "frankly, Wainwright could be singing lists of names out a phone book and still be more exciting and inventive than 99 percent of the other albums out there". So why the unreflecting, seemingly biased and blase star review?
Sarah McLachlan's Surfacing: The negative review of this lovely