The work which stood out above the Daves and Jades and Hamsters and Ramsays was - Paul O'Grady's "At My Mother's Knee - and other low joints".
The sad fact of human nature is that hatchet jobs are normally far more entertaining to read than peans of praise, probably because reading a stinker of a review imparts a false sense of superiority and has more opportunity for wit. For example, Christopher Isherwood's Play "I am a Camera" drew the memorable critical riposte "Me no Leica" which has stuck around much longer than any recollection of the play.
There was a great article in last month's WORD Magazine by Rob Fitzpatrick in which he discussed the opposite tendency in Music reviews to follow the flock and five star ratings rather than stand out and declare the Emperor's tackle to be completely visible. He cites the reception to the latest Kanye West Album "808s & Heartbreak" which drew ecstatic maximum star reviews from every Magazine from Metro to Mojo via the Financial Times and Daily Mirror.
Although declaring himself a massive fan of Kanye West, he then goes on to stand his ground and declare "don't buy this record, it is dreadful". He notes that "There are keyboards that Richard Clayderman's finicky, interior designer uncle would dismiss as 'way too f*ing syrupy' ".
It made more entertaining reading than a page full of hyperbole anyway.