Honey - BOBBY GOLDSBORO**

Honey/Run To Me/With Pen In Hand/Pardon Me Miss/Why Don’t You Believe Me/Pledge Of Love/Little Green Apples/Love Arrestor/By The Time I Get To Phoenix/Beautiful People/A Woman

Romantic singer songwriter Bobby Goldsboro enjoyed his only major album chart success with Honey. The cloying title track reached No. 1 in the US and No. 2 in the UK. (US:5)

"Goldsboro had been making albums for five years when he scored his biggest hit in 1968 with the title cut from Honey, dominated by pop songs about love, often (though not always) with a melancholy undertow. What holds the album together is Goldsboro's voice, which is in fine fettle throughout. While he often favoured material that offered plenty of opportunity for sentimental overkill, Goldsboro was a performer with an admirable sense of restraint, and the warm, rich tone of his instrument would have given him plenty of room to emote."

"OK, so maybe Honey is definitive schmaltz. I don't care. I'm just glad that there's a song like this in this world for us all to enjoy."

"Honey is non-cynical. It speaks to the human condition, our mortality, and the loss of a loved one. Its a beautiful song. And its very real."

"Goldsboro is probably one of the more underrated singers from the 60s. His music was at times sentimental, but his delivery was always heartfelt."

"If you like music that's so bad it's good, then you must, and I mean must, rush out and get this album right now. BG is the king, the high avatar, the alpha and the omega of schmaltzy music. Honey is so bad, on so many levels, it would take a book to list them all - it regularly tops lists of the worst songs of all time."

"One of my favourite songs and one of my most hated songs have the same title - Honey. I really loathe the sap of Bobby Goldsboro's 1968 death smash. Maybe it is that strange female voice that stalks up behind our widower. Maybe it is the creepiness of this hick-death lullaby that tried to be so cute at the height of Vietnam and race riots, not realizing its own inherent sordidness. Or maybe the song just sucks."