(As published in the Times of Acadiana ... )
Ever since leaving the humanising constraints of Andy Summers and Stewart Copeland, Sting has striven mightily to outdo himself for sheer pomposity, and this time he mightily succeeds. First, by dedicating the album to two dead friends, he makes it tough to criticize the music without feeling guilty. Second, by singing about how he’s following Jesus now, he makes anyone who criticizes him feel sacreligious. Third, by demonstrating that "sacred love" is really just code for bashing Bush, he increases the likelihood that his critics will vote Republican and that they’ll be gladder than ever Sting’s country lost the Revolutionary War. Rating: Two kings of pain in the ass out of five.