Justin Timberlake
FutureSex/LoveSounds

THE REVIEW

"Know your enemy," wisely wrote Sun Tzu.

I spent Christmas sick with the flu, listening involuntarily to this CD (calling it an album seems excessive) that my sister kept blasting at full volume just to make sure that Santa Claus wouldn't visit our home this year.

Then something strange happened.

On DeBaser, I saw that this CD was reviewed twice with an average of 4 stars!!!!!!!!!!!! How come???

And I was reminded of the great Elio in "Parco Sempione" - This fact disturbs me / and I feel like crap / maybe I'll sit / and listen a bit better / maybe I'm wrong / maybe I made a mistake - when he wants to give a second chance to listening to the bongo player.

So I did, I bought the CD (and by bought, I mean actually paid for it, they want money for this stuff, what nerve, I thought they'd give it away, I was really shocked) because my sister only had it on loan.

I had to know and unfortunately... I found out.

A disaster, millions of records sold for this stuff? For an androgynous person with a pre-pre-pre-puberty voice that if you close your eyes, you imagine as a busty blonde who says "sexy" 39 times in the first 3 songs (I'm not kidding, I stopped counting after that), with alienating music (music?) based on 3 samples repeated endlessly with someone rapping over it the whole time "yu' ready? yeah yu' ready?", ready for what???

This stuff is defined, I believe, as truzza music, nightclub music (or at least suitable for it), and talking to someone who is an expert in the field (therefore a truzzo, but I understood almost everything as he helped with gestures), I was told "yes, but did you consider the production work? the samples?, that Timbaland is a genius" and then the fateful phrase "I mean, okay, you don't like the genre, but you can't say it doesn't have drive" ...

I really appreciated the couple of seconds of silence between tracks, they could have made it longer though. Another positive thing is that when you throw the CD away while cursing, it flies really well, very aerodynamic, great production.

However, the point is very serious for me, this is the death of music and we mainly owe it to nightclubs (where the drive makes the music) and to MTV that allowed people like Jasmine to sell millions of records without knowing how to sing, play, and much less compose.

Until the 70s, the work mattered, not the dances (can you picture Lennon, Waters, Black doing choreography and looking at the camera saying "mmm sexy lady, where is my mind?"), not the music videos which have become more important than the song itself, which is often modified to fit the footage, thus becoming a soundtrack, watch (without audio! like Doctor House watches L World) the video of "What Goes Around Comes Around" to understand what I mean.

It's absurd now, just a pair of breasts or a cute baby face is enough to make a singer, and the hype and the scenery (meaning everything that surrounds it but has little or nothing to do with it) matter more than the music.

-Maybe maybe a big f*** you / you suck / that's the truth- Thank you for the summary, Elio.