Tightrope (Stephanie Mc Intosh Album) - Critical Reception

Critical Reception

Reviews of the album were at most negative, with Lizzie Ennever of the BBC wrote that "Steph’s voice isn’t bad, it’s just not very memorable or interesting" and that " a good singer who’s been given a day in a recording studio as a present, rather than a future star in the making". However, tracks such as "So Do I Say Sorry First?" and "God Only Knows" were praised, the former being that ", in a kind of teen-angsty, ‘rock out in your bedroom after a fight with your parents’ way is pretty OK" and the latter being described as "going back to the rockier flavour of the opener, but again, it’s just not really very stimulating". In reference to the album overall Ennever wrote "if I had to sum Tightrope up in three words, they would be bland, boring and banal", also adding "I love Sky Mangel, I do not like Stephanie McIntosh the pop star".

Tony Bartholomew of Virgin Media's review was also negative, writing that "McIntosh has pedigree, as well as the prerequisite blonde hair, forgettable voice and complete lack of musical vision" saying that the album was "more Dannii Minogue than Kylie Minogue"

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