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    Jan HellriegelIt's My Sin

    Genre:Rock, Pop
    Style:Soft Rock, Pop Rock


    The Way I Feel3:54
    It's My Sin3:43
    Richmond Rd Revisited3:34
    I'm Alive4:29
    Viva Voca3:17
    Wings Of Steel3:49
    All The Best Thoughts3:56
    No Idea4:13
    Westy Gals5:26

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    Cover of It's My Sin, 1992, CDIt's My Sin
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    EastWest – 90317 77192New Zealand1992New Zealand1992
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    • rokkrx's avatar
      Edited 15 years ago
      Jan Hellriegel's "It's My Sin" is very much an album of its time; if not earlier. At the time, before the female singer-songwriter boom of the 90s, Hellriegel seemed quite unique, and lead single "The Way I Feel" was a breath of fresh air that sounded current. In retrospect, she was let down by the dated production with which she and the rest of the album was packaged. It has the kind of over-produced, session-muso sound that came to the forefront in the 80s, and seemed to hang around well into the 90s in New Zealand. This prejudice is confirmed by the cast list of familiar studio faces, but none more so than when you listen to the backing vocals on a track, musing derisively that it sounds like The Mutton Birds, only to see that, yes, the dreaded Don McGlashan had a hand in the arranging. That's not to say it's all bad, with "The Way I Feel" still retaining a great hook (and famously using the what was then considered erudite word "quagmire"), and "No Idea" doing likewise. There's just too many moments when the musos break out their contrived session licks, including the weedly-weedly guitar leads for that "let's rock" moment.