It has as many tracks as its title promises, but otherwise 32 Songs for Lovers is a bust -- none of Dean Martin's signature hits are included, not even "That's Amore," "You're Nobody 'Til Somebody Loves You," or "Everybody Loves Somebody"; the fidelity is mediocre; and the liner notes are worthless, with bizarrely nihilistic biographical data substituting for information on session dates, duet partners, and accompanists. The concept is inherently flawed as well -- Martin's genius was his transcendent cool, his elevation beyond the elemental forces of the human heart, and as a result, a less romantic balladeer it's impossible to imagine. 32 Songs for Hipster Narcissists -- that's a concept that works; 32 Songs for Lovers does not. Stop your mom before she wastes her money on this.
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