Released: 29th November 2004.
Robbie did it. Geri did it. Now Bryan's done it. And changed his name back to Brian in the process. You'd think that being rebellious enough to depart from the safest pop group in history would resonate into your music. Hmm. Not so.
Brian's sweeping epic debut song "Real To Me" was actually rather brilliant, despite my disappointment when I realised it wasn't a song about Kerry's breasts. But the rest of this album smacks of Ronan MOR at its worst.
It seems the turmoil of divorcing the Queen of the Jungle has made Brian go so monkey nuts that he's forgotten what a decent song sounds like. Content on pouring his heart out on every lyric (I'll spare you the quotes), "Irish Son" sounds like a draft of Brian's autobiography that got mistakenly sent to the record company instead of the publishers.
There are, admittedly, a few good songs here - "Walking Into Walls" is a good enough ballad to prevent me from making the obvious joke - and the album's finale, "Almost Here", a stunning duet with lovely Delta Goodrem, is its saving grace. But, unfortunately, it's too little too late.
Brian had his chance to prove that life does indeed come after Westlife. Things were looking good with the new sound and the scruffy-sexy image (despite the eerie likeness to Daniel Bedingfield, except this time he's not being called the fat one), but it's just not enough to stand the test of time.