Gibb's falsetto in an acquired taste,but we got used to it thanks to "Saturday night fever".
if you wonder does his solo album sound any different than Bee Gees,the answer is: not really.
Here he leaves disco behind and moves into 1980s synthesizers land,balancing between funk and mid-tempo ballads. Lots of multi-voiced songs,so if you are not really into his voice,better avoid Barry Gibb choir. It is had to take seriously somebody with such an odd collection of vocal tricks: Gibb squeaks, whines,growls and attempts to sound soulful but often ends being just downright funny. Even when he gets "passionate" on occasions, before you know it,he croons boring ballad with fellow Aussie Olivia Newton-John so he is neither artist stretching bravely beyond commercial horizons, neither hit maker here.
For some reason (perhaps because I was familiar with his work as successful composer for others) I really wanted to give this album a proper chance and listened it far more than I should have - there are a few interesting moments here,but the overall impression is that Gibb used his inspiration on other artist's albums and not much was left for his own project. Perhaps somebody like Quincy Jones could have done better and give production more appealing twists or perhaps Gibb should have just wait until he collects enough strong songs for the whole album.However,after this he quickly returned to the group.
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