Chris Cummings looks a spokesmodel playing a country singer, but on his debut, the Canadian just sounds like any number of indistinguishable Hot New Country hunks.
There's nothing really bad here - except maybe the leering "Little Sister's Blue Jeans" - but there's certainly nothing exceptional. Cummings writes or co-writes several competent tunes, but all hew too closely to the rules of the increasingly tiresome HNC formula. Nashville is doing itself more harm than good churning out predictable albums like this. Even the quaver in Cummings' not unappealing voice becomes suspect amid such calculated insipidness.