I went to a wedding at the weekend and this was their choice of first song. In that context, an occasion anyhow suffused with goodwill, it works fine. Otherwise, it’s too cloying for me – an overload of wide-eyed sincerity. Armstrong’s voice, taken just as a sonic event, is really quite strange: all phlegm, growl and chuckle, every line wheezing out but never quite ending. He overplays the wise old grandfather angle – he sounds parodically ancient, preposterously kindly, a giant threadbare teddy bear stuffed with mucus. On the similar, but better, “We Have All The Time In The World”, the obvious contradiction between hopeful sentiment and wizened performance gives the song some bittersweet weight, but this is like a relative’s overlong hug and I’m happy when it ends.
Score: 4
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