Pity the strong upstart indie saxman whose only crime is doing so well what's been done by so many other better-known artists before. The disc insert features three pics of the Michigan native with a soprano, and yearning, passionate tracks like the romantic "Soul Journey" and the lite-funk "Close to Me" would fit perfectly on any Kenny G. or, down a few million sales, Kim Waters disc. The second of these also features some creative horn doubling and jumpy grooves. But there's more than just the soprano in Wallace's arsenal, as feisty funk jams like "Chene Park" show; he's equally adept on tenor and alto. His problem is not lack of charm, chops, or good looks. It's more just how a likeable disc by an unknown can compete for smooth jazz airplay among artists who do this sort of thing with big labels pushing them. The funny thing is despite the daytime beach imagery, the silky tunes have late-night stars in their eyes, and the few groove tunes are more street. It may take a lot of luck and some extraordinary distribution tactics, but Wallace definitely deserves a chance by the mainstream genre audience. Still, he needs to work on a more original vision to have any staying power.
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AllMusic Review by Jonathan Widran