Frankie’s version brushes David Whitfield’s aside with embarrassing ease. More than just a difference in technique, there’s an immense gap in class between the two men, with Laine’s third No.1 of the year again taking a different approach again from his others. This time he restrains himself until the last seconds, spending most of the song picking his words out politely and carefully with just an acoustic and organ for backing. It means the listener can concentrate on the song. Unfortunately I don’t actually like the song – a beseeching ballad which comes off as dripping and cloying – but at least Laine gives me a chance to.

Score: 4

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