Lee "God Bless the U.S.A." Greenwood steps away from Pigeon Forge, Tenn.'s lounge circuit for 11 new lobs of snowy Christmas tunes. Alas, his voice has shown no improvement through the years, but at least he packs a pile of presents into this package.
Too many. Upon close inspection, Greenwood melds into medleys 12 horn-heavy classics within the confines of five songs. Who really likes medleys? They're sure-fire draped-in-drab tunes with generic musical accompaniment. Despite a fine title track, in which Greenwood stretches his saxophone skills, those danged medleys trip up whatever momentum he manages to build. See, he takes "Jingle Bells," glues it to "Sleigh Ride" and we're all supposed to sing îoh, happy happy joy joy.' Not quite. Worse still, he doesn't merely take these two greats and pit them back to back. Oh no, he's added his own lyrics and intwined the songs in a messy muck not befitting their stature.
As for Greenwood, maybe he's simply been away in the manger too long. Good songs that smack about the face like iceballs does not make for pleasant gifts.