Then again, even Jackson's staunchest supporters can't have been thrilled by 'Don't Call This Love', a pleasant but nondescript ballad that anyone from Cliff Richard to Ronan Keating could have sung - joke or no joke, at least 'The Winner's Song' has that key change. Sadly, everything that makes Jackson's single such a damp squib is repeated across his debut album, an unadventurous, largely characterless record that's suffocated by an excess of gloopy strings.
Jackson doesn't do a bad job, wrapping his warm, smooth vocals around a succession of beige ballads, classics that are too old for him (Leon Russell's 'A Song For You', Dorothy Moore's 'Misty Blue', Ray Charles's 'You Don't Know Me') and the odd uptempo big band number. But other than sounding surprisingly manly for a slight 19-year-old and singing in a Scottish accent for the first time on the album's penultimate track, he doesn't make much of an impression. He's rarely asked to test his range and there are few glimmers of personality across Right Now's 50 minutes.
There are a couple of decent moments - 'Creative' swings pretty nicely in a Bublé-esque fashion, 'Could Do Better' comes close to sounding sexy - but ultimately Right Now is closer to Steve Brookstein's Heart And Soul than Leona Lewis's Spirit. It's an album that features almost as many covers as originals, where the covers are competent but uninspired and the originals aren't very memorable. And the singer? Well, he doesn't do enough to suggest he's here for the long haul.
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