Picks and Pans Review: Forever
When Feinstein began his career in the mid '80s, it was relatively easy to overlook his slender vocal talents. After all, here was a piano-playing kid with a genuine passion for Gershwin, Porter et al., and a knack for unearthing little-known gems. But over the years, the mannered delivery, the Jolson-like voice that seems to have fermented in the nasal passages, the fresh-out-of-elocution-school diction have begun to grate.
On his 11th disc, even Feinstein's reliable taste in material takes a holiday. One can't argue with classics like "My Romance," "Too Marvelous for Words" and Harold Rome's little charmer "Wish You Were Here." But too many tunes are mushier than overripe melons. Don't squeeze. (Elektra)