A guy calls four good-looking guys and decides they will become famous: so far, no problem. The problems start when it turns out that the “guy” is a boss of a record label and that to be successful, the guys have to use music. I say “use” because I really don't think they want to compose music, but simply use it to find some girl to hook up with and feel important.
They don't even know how to make music: have you ever seen them holding a guitar? Are we kidding??? They would cover the brand of the new shirt they have to sponsor! They just sing songs that someone else has tailor-made for them so they can break through. Can you picture them shut in a room, trying and retrying new musical arrangements, without eating or taking breaks? No way, they are out shopping and signing autographs for girls in the most famous streets of London, Milan, or Paris: they’re waiting for the record label people to hurry up and make THEIR songs (weird phrase there) to satisfy the audience that now considers them “the breakthrough band of the last 3 years.”
At least don’t call it “music.”...I don’t get it, 26 letters of the alphabet and they have to call what they do that way?? This way, Radiohead, Muse, Coldplay, and Blue are placed in the same field. Okay, there’s something not quite right. If only they called it something different, I could ignore them.
An album that is an absolute must-have, featuring very slow and sweet songs like Guilty or Breathe Easy, songs that convey emotions like few others.
The duet with Stevie Wonder and Angie Stone is one of the best things you can hear.
at first listen, they all seemed like bland songs, useless, nonsensical, awful, for little girls
take it and throw them all away... this stuff is not for us... little girls... pimpled teenagers... ugh, we need to grow up...
"You would listen to it 10-100-1000 times and never get bored!"
"This album is the manifesto of how to make healthy, excellent, true music without angry and resentful voices."