Measure of a Man by Clay Aiken

Posted by Mrs Giggles on October 23, 2003 in 1 Oogie, Music Reviews, Type: Pop

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Measure of a Man by Clay Aiken
Measure of a Man by Clay Aiken

Pop, 2003


Time will tell if Clay Aiken’s legions of fanatical fans can carry him past his fifteenth minute of fame. When fellow asexual heartthrobs like Gareth Gates and Justin Guarini are reenacting Hiroshima and Nagasaki respectively on the charts, it remains to be see whether the first runner-up of American Idol 2 can survive the curse of the runners-up. All three so-called artists share several similar traits: their selling point is their appeal to straight teenage girls and gay teen boys, and in Mr Aiken’s case, adult women that are hungry for another Barry Manilow while trying to sort out whether they want their daughters to marry him or to screw that man silly themselves. Not exactly an ingredient to artistic credibility, and if Measure of a Man is any indication, not exactly a recipe for longevity either.

Filled with trite ballads and mid-tempo music that are more at home being piped from the speakers of K-Mart rather than from any decent music player from people with taste, Mr Aiken’s exaggerated melodramatic bombastic vocals that he displayed on American Idol 2 are stripped down to reveal an awkwardly uneven tenor interspersed with shrill high notes when the chorus demands for a crescendo and he obligingly shrieks on cue. Songs like I Will Carry You and No More Sad Songs are exactly the worst kind of music that propels Clay Aiken to post-Idol probably-transitory fame. On mid-tempo songs, he often sounds like Nik Kershaw crossed with Barry Manilow and the result is just bizarre. On slower songs, the emotionless and insincere hollowness in his voice become even more evident.

The only halfway listenable song is the first single Invisible (wise choice), which sounds like a Nik Kershaw song ripped from the entrails of New Romantics hell, with Mr Aiken being accompanied by what seems like some drunk female back-up singers he picked up from Vegas on his way to the studio. This Is the Night, which sounds a lot like an Erasure song, is very good when he performed it live on the American Idol 2 finale, but the more polished version on this CD is flat and lifeless.

Sub par productions that include some of the truly horrific background vocalists ever (see Invisible) suggest that this CD is a rushed job pushed out as soon as possible to skin the fat cash cow that are the army of fanatical Clay fans. I also get a snicker from the Clay fans’ claims, before this CD is released, about how “hundreds of hot producers” are fighting to play a part on our supposedly hot hot hot artist here. Sorry, the only names recognizable and relevant to current music are Enrique Iglesias (he co-wrote that wretched The Way), Desmond Child, Steve Morales and Rick Nowels. Hardly the parade of luminary icons of hipness that the Clay fans with purportedly “insider” knowledge claims to be.

If one visits the his fan boards, one would have this impression that Clay Aiken is the brilliant musical prodigy that will revolutionize music and teach us to embrace the glory of schmaltz. However, listening to this poorly-produced CD filled with bland and nondescript songs that will even humiliate a third-rate sing-for-booze Vegas crooner, it is more likely that RCA is hoping to make hay while the sun is still shining – for now. If Mr Aiken doesn’t come up with halfway decent music soon to justify the American Idol hype, the sun will probably move on to the next heartthrob. It is a lesson that Justin Guarini and Gareth Gates are learning the painful way and one Aiken will also learn firsthand if he doesn’t insist on singing more palatable music in his follow-up CD.

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