Paris Hilton
Paris

THE REVIEW

I still wonder what got into me.

I don't listen to this stuff; I am biased against anything whose name doesn't start with MET and end with TAL, and I consider myself a level 8 misanthrope.

So why review the album of one of the most disgusting creatures on the planet? To hurt myself? Perhaps, maybe it's a way to release the weekly stress (after all, today is Sunday...). And also because there were no other reviews of this work, so I wanted to personally fill that gap (it's a dirty job, but someone etc. etc.).

Objectively, I expected worse. Good heavens, listening to it from start to finish was indeed an effort, but every time I was about to give up, I clenched my cheeks and kept going. A national hero, in short.

The first track is titled "Turn it up" and is quite indicative of what the rest of the CD will be: sighs from this bitch in heat over bastard pop bases. Of course, collaborations with the usual big-name rappers that are so trendy now are not missing. In fact, the second abortion, "Fighting over me," features the eager Paris dueting with the usual two thugs with a slurring voice over a piano tune embellished by a refined violin loop. Here, I can say that in terms of arrangement and production, it flies high; the blonde’s voice presents various (and various) overdubs, the sound is clear and very modern, and the melodies, although rather banal, benefit from the right arrangements and, if I must say, at times unexpected. In fact, in the third track, "Stars are blind," chosen as a single, the reggae guitar riff is immediately noticeable, while in the subsequent "I want you," the style even shifts to a 70s cop show, with trumpets and a police siren as the final touch. "Heartbeat" has a faint whiff of 80s pop thanks to the "spacey" sounding keyboards, and the subsequent "Nothing in this World" and "Screwed" approach the pop-rock-punk of Avril Lavigne and Hilary Duff in terms of aggressiveness and carefreeness. The pretty heiress (I don't think she's pretty anyway) wants to please everyone a little bit. To conclude, we have the cover of "Do you think I'm sexy" by Rod Stewart, an artist with an unmistakable voice I've lost track of. The original track was decent, here it's ruined by lustful backing vocals and especially by Hilton's voice, which is certainly not raspy.

I don't feel like giving it a rating; I don't know or appreciate the genre, the album was downloaded from Emule (did you think I actually bought it?!), a silly and dreamy fifteen-year-old might even like it a lot. To me, it's the umpteenth proof of God's non-existence, because otherwise, He wouldn't have allowed, while people are dying of hunger and wars, one of His creatures to ruin the world with her disgraceful lifestyle.

Or maybe He exists and hates us all, and Paris Hilton is the punishment for our sins.