After spending his teenage years being the cute one in Boyzone, Gately finally gets his day in the sun. This album is exactly what you would expect - some syrupy ballads, some vaguely catchy disco numbers and a carbon copy cover of Art Garfunkel's Bright Eyes. All of which are killed stone dead by Gately's thin, little-boy vocals. In fairness though, it's still got more character than Ronan's Keating solo work.