Although Louis Walsh’s bargain-basement Boyzone are responsible for several of the worst records ever to grace the charts – no exaggeration – Where We Are isn’t on a par with their most appalling music.
The title track actually has a little oomph about it, for one thing.
But ultimately, this is still Westlife, which means you can hear every cheesy chorus and string-section swell coming from a mile away but not detect a hint of charisma in the vocals.
WILL FULFORD-JONES
