Please forgive Bryan Adams; he can't stop loving the big cliché. It sort of warms my heart to know that he's still cycling through the library of standard love song tropes, hoping to find another unplumbed combination of non-statements to follow up the 1991 epiphany, "(Everything I Do) I Do It For You." He's done well sticking to the basics, from "those were the best days of my life" ("Summer of 69," 1984) to "you still turn the fire on" ("Please Forgive Me," 1993).
Last year's 11 is true to form, featuring songs like "Broken Wings," "Somethin' to Believe In," "Mysterious Ways" and "Walk On By," none of which are covers or bear any relation to better songs by Mister Mister, Poison, U2 or Burt Bacharach.
Adams' voice, at least, is in good form. His husky inflection and slightly boyish range haven't changed in 25 years. Unfortunately, none of 11's tracks manage to transcend the elusive barrier between hopelessly cheesy and confoundedly catchy. Adams has managed that feat before, but it's been over 10 years since he struck gold, since lightening struck twice, since he flew on broken wings...oh, sorry about that. Please forgive Bryan Adams, for he just does what he does.
Bryan Adams plays the Wilma Theatre Monday, Sept. 28, at 8 PM. $40–$85.