Blue
Best Of

"Nobody ever speaks well of Blue as they deserve, they made pop but that doesn't mean they should be belittled, I mean they sing well and..."

Please my sister, don't go on, or else I'll shoot you. Yes, the creature in question (seventeen years old) is one of the die-hard fans of yet another boy band that the market foists upon us, each time with enthusiastic tones and shouting masterpiece.

Just by looking at the CD and single covers tossed at our feet by these four outrageous living beings, you can understand some things about the music contained within: they are honestly in ridiculous poses, languid looks and vests showing off their biceps... In short, it really seems like they're trying to draw attention to their physical appearance, so that people don't dwell, still dazed by their beauty (wow), on the total emptiness of the tracks within the album. Dressed like Costantino, styled by a tornado, they try to act cool, those guys... That's why they've won over groups of drooling teenage girls (including that Everest of intelligence, my sister): in short, they would be right for the market they are targeting... if they didn't try to elevate themselves to levels unimaginable (and unattainable) for them, proposing the (outrageous) cover of Sorry seems to be the hardest word. Not satisfied, in fact excited to have found themselves next to an artist like Elton John, they do it again, the little mice: they duet with Stevie Wonder and Angie Stone!! So you have to ask: were these three artists, three great voices, really so economically strapped that they had to stoop to singing with these guys??

From One love, their debut song, to Breathe easy (of which there is also an Italian version... adapted by... Tiziano Ferro! Someone who was never taught that it would be admirable to understand the meaning of a text, of any nature: a jumble of meaningless phrases leading to the dropping of the lower jaw), to the inevitable Guilty, passing through Curtain falls... a continuous torture. Pop with no attempt at originality, syrupy lyrics, very whiny and with no substance. One might think that's enough, the discredit is complete, we could go home... and yet no! You were hoping so, right? The remixes are coming. And don't you want to spoil your digestion by taking a look at the picture gallery?!

Far from being light stuff, it is an insult to music. Because these four Neanderthal men do not have the humility to accept making (poor) pop, but as already mentioned, they feel like stars and call for support from people who could blow them away with just one breath.