On the face of it Call me Irresponsible, the third Michael Buble album isn’t going to excite critical plaudits. I can tick the prejudices off one by one that the album will face because until I heard the album – just now – I had em. And before I list em – why do I not have them now ? Because I heard Michael perform vocal miracles, and I heard a tear inducing, lighter than air, melt into the heart, graceful and wounding, miraculously tender and seamlessly soaring version of Always On My Mind that on second time round made me think this might not just be on par with..this might be BETTER than Elvis Presley and Willie Nelson’s versions. Jesus this is NOT possible, is it? I mean this is one of my favourite songs of all time. Somewhere it is like its title in there, Always On My Mind, a part of the emotional DNA and how can it be that … A balladeer who weighs in heavy on the cover versions Michael Parkinson’s Canadian counterpart to Cullum A Sub Rat Packer who will never be more than a dutiful custodian of Golden Age Of Croon, no matter how consummate his singing. How can it be that he should make this song breath, like a fossilised creature suddenly reforming, lungs starting to function going off into a new place and space in the imagination. Surely surely its not possible for someone to reinvest a song like Always of My Mind with new wings, meaning, a whole new inner life. Surely it would take a particular type of greatness to make that possible. Well all those dudes that think they know singing – every last Jeff Buckley fan, every lover of soul, Van Morrison, Dame Kiri Tawana and that annoying opera woman Garrett, every one with an ear for a voice – has to hear this, has to listen to it and tell me that Buble is not as great a singer, not as much a master of control, curlicues, breathing in and out, caressing the linements of grief and desire, as can be heard right now. His take is phenomenal so gentle and so audacious. It is so awe inspiring yet deferential to the nature of the melody, the lasting imprint of the words. It is swoon time when you hear it. How often does even exceptional interpretive singing do this? You knew how great the song was. But you never thought that someone could have lived and concentrated that long to make it no act of concentration at all, just a Zen swoop and fall, rise and withdrawing, such a gentle but complete and sweeping assimilation of its totality. Oh …it is greatness, wonder, the feeling openheart incarnate…. And its not just a lone remarkable track on the album. Everywhere the richness the mastery and the ease but instinctive intelligence of Buble can be heard. His candour is there too in sparkling originals – Lost and Everything. Allowing him to sit in the Parkistained corner is not an option. It is a silly and demeaning loss. So the news is this – as of now Buble’s Always On My Mind has knocked Richard Thompson’s Tempted off the top slot in the Greatest Cover Version of alltime chart. Who would have believed it ? And thanks to Messrs Lowe and Tennant but, really, chaps there is no need to apply. And Willie, Sister Bobbie, the great Mickey Raphael? Might be time to call a family band meeting. And in rock n roll heaven be sure a King is shedding tears of relief and joy. Someone has come across the borderland of the heart and taken the burden, the care, the history of a song and made it in his own image. Whooah!