David Mead Indiana

It seems only fitting that someone who has so much in common with Ron Sexsmith would eventually end up on the same record label as him (at least in the U.S.). Indiana is David Mead’s third album, and his first for Nettwerk, is a showcase for his musical talents although it unfortunately never really overwhelms the listener. There’s a really personal touch to his lyrics, including the admission that he has been accused of singing like a girl before. Fair comment really, considering that his delicate voice has a welcoming warmth that is well suited to his role as the sensitive singer-songwriter. While there’s no denying that David Mead is a talented artist, the middle section of Indiana passes without any real highlights — he seems happy enough to coast along on the momentum from the first three songs until he finally he gets back on track with a cover of Michael Jackson’s "Human Nature” and his own Simon and Garfunkel-esque "Queensboro Bridge.” Indiana loses its direction in a way that prevents it from being a truly memorable album. Yet at a time where Coldplay are so incredibly popular, there is probably an open door for Mead that might not have been available when his debut album was released. He should take advantage of the half dozen or so good songs and see if he can finally break through to a wider audience. (Nettwerk)