
Destination by Ronan Keating
Even plundering Gregg Alexander’s reject bin fails to make this fellow sound alive.

Even plundering Gregg Alexander’s reject bin fails to make this fellow sound alive.
US and the Great Britain in a union of dumb and dumber.
The fundamental missteps of the movie dooms it from the very beginning.
The world is ending? Who cares – the heroine is more concerned about making babies with the man who hates her. Genius!
Whiny and miserable people mashing groins in an effort to bring me down.
The author should speak to her agent and publisher. This is better off aimed at the historical fiction crowd.
The game is much better.
Issues, issues, issues everywhere, all handled without any convincing sincerity.
Who let these vile creatures into the house?
Whose idea is it to bog down this album with so many slow and forgettable tracks?