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Netherlands-born, London-based crooner Bo Saris - real name Boris Titulaer, formerly just Boris, and, briefly, Bo-Rush - is riding the current tsunami of soul revival. He's not vying for the same stages as many of the newcomers however, veering away from the likes of the current chart-hogging neo-soul balladeers (Sam Smith etc.), instead diving into the past's lucrative timbres. There's a distinct '60s/'70s tone in his funk-laced almost-Motowny output, recycled in the same way as Adele or Amy Winehouse, and we see Saris teeter towards blue-eyed soul and the aforementioned modern emulators of classic soul. He's deliciously funky, mixing gospel organs, disco bass and ornate pop.

Under his previous alter-egos, Titulaer released a clutch of records. For his first outing as Bo Saris (modestly titled Gold), after a lengthy period away from the spotlight, he lunges with reckless abandon into this new world of lounge-jazz and funk-soul. The Idols winner (the Dutch equivalent of Pop Idol), has come a long way since his early inception, but occasionally he'll splurge out some Dairylea cheese-esque Vegas solemnity - 'The Addict' sounds like Justin Timberlake produced by Quincy Jones, which is sadly not as great as you'd expect, and the soppy 'If I Don't Leave Now' could be strained out by Michael Bublé. However, most of the lengthy LP is considerably better. Perhaps not Gold, but silver at least.

The explosively ridiculous 'Shoes' is a whole heap of fun: "My jeans are baggy/ and my shirts hang low/ but my shoes are sexy/ yeah my shoes are sexy!" Embellished with jitters of Chic guitar and swathes of strings, Titulaer revels in the sublimely silly; when he opts for opulent, savvy pop-soul, he excels. Hopefully he's aware of the ludicrousness... Doused in gorgeous basslines and brass spurts, the funkiest you'll see this side of the '80s, 'Can't Beat The Old Skool' (yes, with a 'K') is a bona fide disco classic. Again, it's pure silliness, but the entertainment factor is through the roof.

Where Titulaer struggles is the ballads. They're good, probably, with nice vocals and nice rhythms and nicely niced niceness nicing all over the nice, but they peel back the hedonism to reveal his reality star roots. 'So Sad' is like snorting Splenda. 'I'm Done' is marginally better, with a slinky piano and the most glorious synths (that really should be taken advantage of more). Perhaps the strongest ballad is 'Does He Love You Better', which, for an odd moment, careens out of the past for a sleek, ultra-modern warble. There's a sultry menace in the backing axe, and a swagger in the beat. There's a bite to the sadness, which is lacking from the other slow moments.

The main flaw of this album lies with the editing team. At 15 tracks, it could've been whittled down a tad; there's fat that needed to be trimmed. If Gold was reduced to a sleek 10 tracks, with the syrupy plastic circumcised off, this could be a surprise bout of magnificence. It's OTT, drenched in campy humour and massive pop melodies - it should be pure fun from start to finish. It's when things get all serious that Titulaer stumbles. There are genuine moments of brilliance in here, and they're worth rummaging around for.

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