The Promise

Fantastic!
I've been playing The Promise over and over...I just love it! The service was fast...I had it in just a few days.

Awesome
The music on this CD is just amazing. Totally draws you in. Recently saw IL Divo in concert in Denver, Colorado. I am totally hooked.

A serenade of perfection and beauty!
In my opinion, no matter what Il Divo sings, it makes me want to turn up the volume, sit back in the chair and let their sound just flow over and around me. Beautiful, harmonic voices is what you'll hear in "The Promise" and in all their cd's. The orchestration is perfect and I especially enjoyed hearing Il Divos' beautiful rendition of "Amazing Grace" as it's one of my favorite religious songs. Enjoy.......

Il Divo--The promise
This CD was up to the usual high standards of the Il Divo CD's. The song Amazing Grace was absolutely fabulous. I also liked the song Allehuis (sp).

Molto Male! (or, "my ears bleed red like a good tomato sauce")
Here they are, ladies and gentlemen, the Limp Bizkit, no!- the INSANE CLOWN POSSE of the classical world! Assembled by Simon Cowell - that perpetually irritated Brit with hair designed by Frank Lloyd Wright (is he sure AI stands for American Idol and not Artificial Intelligence?) - these four plastic-faced young lads can make you weep like a baby, though not from the soaring emotion in their voices (there is none), but merely from the immense pain they will inflict upon your eardrums. You see, Simon Cowell is an expert at crushing the dreams of youngsters hopeful of a career in music, and with Il Divo, he's successfully crushed my dream, as well - the one where I envisioned a world where music like this doesn't exist. I can't quite decide which is the worst aspect of this music: the unsubtle, glossed-over arrangements; its shameless marketing angle which tries to pass it off as classical music when it is actually mainstream pop sung with operatic vocals, or Il Divo themselves, who, with each successive album, sound more and more enthusiastic about the fact that they are howling together like a quartet of banshees. Honestly, do they have to use a wind-tunnel's worth of vibrato with every single note they sing???? No, they don't - because when they do, and harmonize together with it, the composite timbre they produce wavers so much that they may as well be singing in different keys. Really folks, these guys are incisive as a Jimmy Buffett lyric - as soulful as a Heart guitar solo. Wait, did I call this "music," earlier? Note that I'm using that term loosely. Also note that since Il Divo have rehashed the same basic album's worth of material three times now and simply slapped a new cover picture and title on it each time - failing at every turn to muster up any inkling of progress or creativity - that I myself shall replicate their incomparable lack of effort and repost this same review on all of their material! What's the difference anyway, ay boys??!! And so now we must ask ourselves, where will Rocketship Il Divo finally land? What fate beholds this blindingly chiseled foursome who dare to call themselves "singers." Well, hopefully a few years from now, after the last scratched-up Il Divo CD lands in your local used record store's 99 cent bin, and after the last half-deaf grandma empties her change purse to buy it, maybe one or two of these guys will succeed in a semi-respectable opera career, still blasting a melody from their vocal cords, composed by someone else, still (for ever and always) a dangling puppet of the mainstream music machine. One of the worst groups ever recorded. Period.