PITY the poor man who steps out on to the stage night after night to watch
his new material die a tortuous death. Pity the poor man who can escape
the ghost of his ex-partner, Al Mackenzie (and all their great hits). Pity
poor Peter Cunnah, vocalist, animated frontman and prime mover behind pop
house outfit D:Ream (for four new band members are purely for show).
Peter Cunnah's new album, entitled World, is a complete donkey. There is
only one saving grace, Shoot Me Through The Heart, and the rest is absolute
rubbish. It was never going to be easy to follow up the platinum - selling
debut album D:Ream On Volume 1, but the new album is just unforgivable.
Even in front of a sell-out audience of frenzied adolescent girls - whose
ear-splitting screams filled the air every time Peter wiggled his hips or
wiped the sweat from his brow - the new material bombed badly.
They were, like me, there to hear Peter (and new friends) perform the old
songs that we all love. Originally written for Ecstacy adult clubbers, the
climactic build-ups and chorus breaks of tracks like Things Can Only Get
Better or U R The Best Thing exploded like hydrogen bombs in the national
Still to this day they instantly send a shiver up my spine and induce rather
embarrassing goose bumps on my arms. When bumbling Al Mackenzie (he was
the awkward one in the background) announced that he was leaving D:Ream
to concentrate on his DJ-ing career (he didn't like doing Top Of The Pops),
the suits at the record company surely should have foreseen what would be
There is already too much rubbish masquerading as house music in the nation's
teenage consciousness and without Al's guiding hand it seems things can
only get worse.
Manchester Evening News, 10th Oct 1995