Wainwright varies his approach from track to track on Out Of The Game, but generally works in a more laid-back singer-songwriter mode than he ever has before.
What befits Out Of The Game so well is Wainwright's keen sense of essential pop melody that flows throughout the production.
On his seventh studio release, Rufus Wainwright’s got nothing left to prove to anybody, yet he proves it anyway.
While it's a welcome update to his sound, Game isn't a straight genre exercise either.
Juxtaposed, the gulf in quality between his earliest work and his newest is clear.
Everything that once made Wainwright such an interesting a talented writer, arranger & performer has been pushed aside here in his desperate pursuit of the radio play that has evidently frustratingly eluded him throughout his career. The MOR approach on Out Of The Game may start to earn him said play, but it's lost him one formerly avid fan in me, too. He has such a unique voice (that, ok, isn't everyone's cup of tea) but it just doesn't really suit the musical stylings on offer here, sadly.