Bill Margeson of Live Ireland / Irish American News / National Public Radio review on Paddy Homan CD Jan 2010: 'Paddy Homan is the deal. Complete. I hesitate to say the next bit. He is a tenor. Stop. Don't roll your eyes. Everyone--and I do mean everyone-says the same thing. "I don't like Irish tenors-----but Paddy is not an Irish tenor." Well---yes he is. But that is like saying Secretariat was simply a horse. This Cork native is no patent leather shoe, tuxedo-wearing poseur. We are all, all sick of the guys screaming out nasal tenor voices improperly placed in the glottal area and too high in the throat. You know exactly the type I'm talking about. You've heard them. And, they seem to be rapidly breeding and reproducing. Get a dart gun. Then comes Homan. The album is self-titled. Recorded at the growingly important studio of Dennis Cahill. As stated, Paddy is originally from Cork. Wait. Let's look at it this way. Check out this list of accompanying musicians---Jimmy Keane on accordion, Dennis Cahill on guitar, Maurice Lennon on fiddle, John Williams on button box, Jimmy Moore on four different instruments, Kathleen Keane on fiddle and whistle and Pat Broaders on bouzouki. Incredible musicians, but here is the point. These musicians get asked constantly to work on albums. They can pick and choose at this level. And, they are all on this album, supporting this singer. The voice. Oh, the voice. Clear as a bell, and a gift from heaven. Now, we hear Paddy has had formal voice training, but he fortunately has taken the best of the formal stuff and left the other squealy nonsense behind. Oh, the voice! Nobody sings like this, and nobody sounds like this. The voice never, ever grates. The range is stunning. The interpretation is perfect. This is the whole, total complete deal wrapped up in one voice, one talent..... Now, stop sitting there. Get this. I warned you at the start of this column-but here it comes---this is history in the making. The day you bought Paddy Homan's first album. In a world of lunacy and junk, there is this voice. And, it sings to every one of us, reminding us all of what could and should be. Get up. Get it. Good Lord, this is a new level. I warned you. Rating: Four Harps-oh, hell---throw away the Harps rating, there aren't enough Harps! Paddy, you are THE boyo! '