Personal taste is everything, particularly when it comes to music. Take the Cardinals for example. �Hold On� starts so promisingly, boasting beautifully soaring chords, contagious chorus, and some lovely cheery little lyrics on top. Great. That is, apart from the whine emanating from the frontman�s mouth, masquerading as singing. It�s almost as if he a second away from bursting into tears, a noise so utterly aggravating it completely destroys any value or merit the track could, perhaps should, have had. Some may find the vocal �uplifting�, I�d imagine, but perhaps they have a higher threshold for pain.
