HOT SAUCE REVIEWSMusic reviews
Please don’t judge. It’s not my fault.
Forget hysteria; this one is too sedate to generate any excitement.
She’s having fun indulging in her own nonsense, but good for her for sharing that fun all around.
Come gaze at the imprint of the artist’s navel on every song. She’s losing the plot…
He sound like the creepy bastard child of John Mayer and that Five for Fighting guy, Nice.
There are times when these folks sound more like Sarah Brightman that Sarah Brightman does these days.
Alaska Thunderfuck, glamtron alien, versus Alaska, the comedy queen turned AAA Girl. Who will emerge the victor?
Haven’t I heard this album before? Twice?
Another one with an album. These queens are just brimming with musical dreams or what?
One of the most unworthy finalists on RuPaul’s Drag Race wants to be an EDM star. Bwahahahaha.
And every track is opera-ing me to sleep. Zzzzz…
The ugliest man in music (after Bruno Mars) wants you to know that he knows how much you want him.
How many albums down already? She’s still consistently going, bless her.
It does exactly what it claims it will do, so I can’t really say it’s that blah. Even if it sort of is.
Well, none of the tracks here put me to sleep, so yay.
The orgy of weird-kooky electronic overload continues.
The songs are mostly catchy and adorable, but, together, they all sound the same after a while.
Fast tunes for fast cars and hot people. Oh, and that song, which we’d all be sick of before the year is out.
It took a boatload of producers, but the old Madonna is back. Well, sort of.
Best listened when imbibing alcohol, naturally.
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