Raghav's first album starts with a swirl of Bollywood strings, delivering a deceptive message about this Canadian-Indian singer. Though pushed as a sort of one-man, hunkier Cornershop, he's really more of an Asian Craig David. A hefty portion of Storyteller errs on the side of hands-in-the-air two-step, without so much as a tabla garnish, which defeats a marketing campaign that plays up his roots. There's little to distinguish, say, Weakness, So Confused and Come On from some of David's party-time efforts. Overall it's not bad stuff, and he croons very creamily indeed. Still, it would have been fairer to come clean to keep unsuspecting purchasers from being misled by the promise of folky "storytelling". By the way, his other talent is reducing small girls to squealing jelly, which has seen him grace the top 20 four times this year.