In a recession, we’ve got to be careful with how we spend our pennies. So Cheryl Cole, now ditching the “Cole” part of her moniker in an attempt to establish her a r t i s t e credentials, charging £10 for her new album, means that a decision into buying or not buying it should not be entered upon lightly. Or you could just always do as I do, and listen to all her songs on YouTube, which counts as listening to the entire album, which gives me jurisdiction to critique it.
The album has a few strong points. The single Call My Name is produced by Calvin Harris, and it sounds it. The lyrics are nothing deep (Cheryl Cole’s songs never are), but the dance-beat on the song are terrifically catchy and propulsive, making the song a workout staple.
Her vocals on Love Killer sound monotonous, but such is the vision of the song's producers, that they elevate it from average pop fare to something you can really tap your feet to.
I Like It is breathlessly sexy, and the Lana del Rey penned Ghetto Baby (which, by the way, lifts whole whole chunks from Lana’s Match Made in Heaven – there’s your self-plagiarism) oozes self-destructive swagger, even if Cheryl’s delivery of the lyrics is nothing on Lana’s natural-born-sultriness.
The rest of the album is rather drab. Cheryl’s limited vocal ability is really noticeable on Under the Sun, and Sexy Den a Mutha is about the sonic equivalent of Ashley Cole’s penalty against Italy on Sunday. 🥁
The lyrics of Mechanics of the Heart are extremely saccharine and she sounds as whiny as her interview with Piers Morgan. And Last One Standing is another song which suffers from her lack of vocal powerhouse range.
The thing is, unlike Nadine Coyle, who possess a genuinely sensational gift, and Nicola Roberts, who has a sweet and distinct tone, there is absolutely nothing standout about Cheryl Cole’s singing talent.
Certainly not meriting a third album, and that’s why she has had to do so much promotion, half-dressed, for A Million Lights. The album certainly isn't selling itself on merit.
Grade: F
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2 comments:
Ha! Don't mention macaroons to me - not those Pierre Herme ones which are soooo nice! (I have ordered 2 lots from Paris, but you can get them at Selfridges too or their shop in Fulham Rd.
I enjoyed the Fortnum & Mason afternoon tea the other week - you could have more of everything, got a doggy bag to take home, attentive dishy waiters ... great room too and the waiter even took pictures of the group of Japanese girls nearby. Highly recommended then.
Forgot to say here is report :
http://osullivan60.blogspot.co.uk/2012/06/afternoon-tea.html
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