Review of Vagabond's album 'You Don't Know The Half Of It'
Brought together such as exotic locations as Uruguay, Denmark and Huddersfield are Vagabond, a quintet who formed last year and are now releasing their debut album. They've supported the likes of The Script and James Morrison and grace this year's V Festival.
Given their impressive work with Girls Aloud, you could be forgiven for thinking that this record produced by Xenomania might contain a pop gem or two. Happily for the girls, the masterminds seem to keep the tunes exclusively for the female of the species, because 'You Don't Know The Half Of It' is absolutely abysmal. 'Sweat (Until The Morning )' is as sleazy as the title suggests and things don't get any better - the falsetto of 'Don't Wanna Run No More' is particularly ill-advised and 'I Know A Girl' an embarrassing attempt at funk. The R'n'B-lite 'Drifting' is so poor that Another Level would have rejected it and throw in a few half-hearted dance attempts and it soon becomes evident that this is not to be the next big boy band. Just when it seems things can't get much worse 'I Said Hello' presents a breathy vocal from Alex Vargas that goes beyond sleaze to the realms of creepiness - time for the eject button!