Naomi Campbell
Babywoman

THE REVIEW

This album is like any typical snack commercial. On TV, in the ads, the pastries always look more beautiful and sweet than they actually are, with lots of chocolate chips, while in reality, they are good, yes, but dispensable and with just a drop or two. Well, the comparison between a chocolate-filled pastry and this "Babywoman," the illustrious work of supermodel Naomi Campbell, is practically spot-on: if the single "Love And Tears" promised wonders, with its beats balancing between soul and trip hop, a deep and non-trivial chorus, a voice not beautiful but enjoyable, and really well-done instrumental contributions (produced by Quincy Jones and U2), the rest of the album turns out to be an immense descent into hell.

One song worse than the other, with an absolute lack of verve or sensuality. Apart from the single, perhaps "I Want To Live" is salvageable, a '90s speed-dance track where Naomi pants like a cow in heat, saying she drinks to forget and wants to live. Stuff for erotic nights, in short. However, the rest is forgettable, supermarket plastic pop that if at the beginning of the '90s appeared cool, now seems like pure horror. A pop so fake that it makes an episode of the Teletubbies appear like a vision of human truth. If perhaps, a little more soul and less desire for money had been put into it, the album would have taken off. Because "Love And Tears" is truly a great song, worth listening to multiple times.

The album would be worth 2, only for "Love And Tears," but I'm lowering it by a star just for the horrendous cover photo, which shows Campbell on the toilet shaving her legs.