Yes, it’s another release by a singing competition winner that is tanking in the charts. Come what may, though, Tessanne Chin can always take pride in the fact that she delivered a gorgeous adult contemporary album that hits all the right spots.
I’m not sure what happened, but while the previous album is fabulous, this one is a sleeping pill. The best song is a cover version – that’s how dreary the situation is.
Since when did Lana Del Rey’s daughter come up with an album? Wait, that’s not it? Anyway, this album is Lorde’s beautiful apology for Royals being played to death everywhere.
If Tori Amos and Suzanne Vega somehow have a child together, that child would make this album. Angry, sultry, moody, temperamental – Lana Del Rey sounds like she’d be someone amazing, once she grows up and stops writing those silly lyrics.
RuPaul may be born naked, but she’s also covered in cheese.
The songs could have been great, but it’s pretty obvious that Boy George can no longer sing like he used to. How unfortunate, really.
The mermaid polish-remover drag queen from Azusa just wants everyone to PARTY, PARTY, PARTY in this explicit collection of dance tunes. Surprisingly, things are more EDM than camp, and that’s good.
No, she’s not Amy Lee and they are not Evanescence. This could be a good or a bad thing, depending on how much teen angst you like in your music.
If you aren’t here to party, then you aren’t here for Avicii.