These songs drift by languidly, as if they had been dipping into John Belushi’s barbiturate stash, leaving the listener somewhat foggy headed, but otherwise unchanged.
The 18 tracks that make up Music to Draw to: Satellite fade in and out of each other, never actually reaching anything that could be called a climax, but hitting moments of particular beauty.
The curse of "Gloomy Sunday" may or may not be lifted, but we are still left with one of the most tedious musical exercises that I have come across in some time.
The Last Panthers eschews the thumping beats of his back catalog for open, airy compositions and more traditional instrumentation intended to serve a purpose beyond the music itself.
Throughout its ten consistent tracks Liberman proves itself to be a mature, developed version of Vanessa Carlton that still retains those qualities that made her earlier material so enjoyable.