No, the title is not a comment on his dulcet tones or a naughty statement about (ahem!) love juice a-la Mariah at her most minxy. Although if this tune had reached its intended musical destination of one Britney Jean Spears (true story), Lord knows what kind of worn out Carry On style innuendo would have ensued. Instead we get the much more modest Mr. Rhys pondering the dissolution of a relationship with a mind-tricking lady over wonky keyboards and sprightly xylophone noises. Although it’s easy to imagine Britters pouring sugar over the already seductively sweet poptastic chorus.
An odd choice for a single perhaps as, despite its obvious heartwarming charms, it doesn’t have the instantaneous sledgehammer appeal of album hip-shaker Christopher Columbus and for the initiated Honey All Over is a bit Gruff-by-numbers; lovely numbers they may be, but it’s no nautical themed romp. It’s a summery soft-shoe shuffle – something you could imagine Dennis Wilson crooning to the Manson girls at some Laurel Canyon house party (but minus the murderous results, obviously).
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