It had to happen - the slushy love ballad is an almost compulsory element of any otherwise entertaining pop album, and so we find Churchy following up the raunchy Crazy Chick and Call My Name with the more Tissues side of Tissues And Issues. Pass the Kleenex. It is, of course, impeccably sung - a little too so, really - and backed with the kind of "closing credits" swelling strings and plinky arpeggiated piano you'd expect from Celine Dion. There's even a touch of the Sir Cliff, given the references to God and pursuing the "holy life". Unlikely to trouble the top spot this Christmas, but a likely contender for the top ten.
