gets introspective and personal on her seventh album, one of her solo outings that shoves Union Station
in the background while conventional country steps up to the spotlight. But Krauss
is a little too sharp for Nashville standard, so Forget About It
sounds more like an adult pop album with occasional notes of country grace. Unfortunately, the material here isn't very inspired (despite a dip into the Todd Rundgren
songbook and the fine title tune), and Krauss
herself has a hard time elevating it. Still, her fragile, angelic voice is capable of working wonders, which it often does with even the weakest of songs. A marginal effort.