A cold-blooded critic once observed of an Eddie Money album that it's probably unrealistic to expect art from a guy named Money. In which case, it's equally unrealistic to expect down-home country music from a guy named Urban. Sure enough, the Australian-born Urban's debut solo album combines canned fiddle 'n' steel licks with hip-hop-flavored drum loops. The rock edge that characterized his previous band, the Ranch, has been replaced by pretty-boy poses and puppy-love lyrics aimed straight at the young female demographic.
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