Breakaway by Kelly Clarkson

Posted December 8, 2004 by Mrs Giggles in 3 Oogies, Music Reviews, Type: Pop / 0 Comments.

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Breakaway by Kelly Clarkson

Breakaway by Kelly Clarkson

RCA
Pop, 2004

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It is a predictable image and sound genesis that any former teenybopper act will be familiar with. First, they have Kelly Clarkson coming out with a hodge-podge of harmless radio-friendly toothless pop tunes. For the second CD, she will have to project an edgier, harder image (read: sexy clothes and a nose stud) to tell everyone that she is now grown up (read: she is singing songs written for her about how tougher, creative, and hard she is now, with probably a credit as a songwriter for her adding a “yeah” or two here and there). Even the title of the CD, Breakaway is calculated for the headlines her handlers are hoping to inspire. Something like “Clarkson’s Breakaway from the shadows of Idol”, perhaps.

But it is hard to wonder how Ms Clarkson wants to stand out from the crowd of white young waifs pretending to be rock chicks who seems to hold half the market share of the US (the other half is of course held by the faux and interchangeable hip-hop rappers and their scantily-clad female songstress girlfriends or backup singers). Songs on this CD that are produced by the same people who give us the wonderful gems of Hilary Duff, Avril Lavigne, Evanescence, and Ashlee Simpson have at best the whiff of the bandwagon or at worse, whiff of the reject bin of Ms Clarkson’s counterparts from which these songs are fished out from. There is nothing on Breakaway that I haven’t heard from those acts before.

So Kelly Clarkson wails like Amy Lee in tracks like Addicted, a Ben Moody contribution. She screams her heart out in Gone until any semblance of tune is pulverized from the chorus. She can be mistaken for Avril Lavigne in Behind These Hazel Eyes, contributed by the same guy who also makes music to put into Ms Lavigne’s mouth. The end result is a pleasant, pretty CD that lacks any distinctive personality. Worse, at least Avril Lavigne seems to have mastered the art of pouting so prettily in her video and staring coldly at the camera through her mascaraed lashes. Kelly Clarkson, on the other hand, comes off like a dumpy and sweet young lady with a strong voice who tries a little too hard to dance and pout with professional pretenders like Ms Lavigne, only that she isn’t fooling anybody. Lacking any convincing edge in her voice and persona to make her faux-rock anthems even a little credible, she comes off like a wannabe who tries too hard at times.

The title track, by the way, has a chorus that is actually a work of genius. If you haven’t tried it yet, do sing along with Kelly Clarkson, only this time mangle the chorus with your best reinterpretation. My attempt?

They made me go on a diet, no cakes and no pies
Sometimes I wish that I just want to die
So I make a wish, eat a fish, chewed on a dish
Puke them out kapish, just gag away!

And the chorus!

I think I’m Lavigne, I’m think I’m so fly
I’m singing these songs and I drink on the sly
Because I’m just their doll
Panadol
Hate my life, I want a Midol
To breakaway!

Kelly Clarkson, ladies and gentlemen.

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