Capitol
Pop, 2001

Pretty French boy Bosson (his name shares the same pronunciation as the Malay word meaning “boring”) is currently the big thing here in Singapore. I have been subjected to this guy’s horrible, horrible and dull music for so long now that I start to find Michael Learns to Rock (a crappy Danish band inexplicably big in Asia and nowhere else) the new REM.

Full of karaoke-friendly singalong songs – the worst sort with too simple one-two melodies I’d thought found only in nursery rhymes – all sung in this high, irritating, sometimes girly tenor, One in a Million is a disaster zone waiting to happen. Check out the helium-filled Where Are You? where Bosson goes “Eh-EEEEEEHEH-eeeEEEEeeeeEEHHHhhhehHHH…” I feel a migraine coming.

The title track is okay in a cheesy-Eurotrash music sort of way, but most, maybe all, the songs here are so bland and the vocals so irritating that it is a trial on the ears just to survive the first ten minutes of this CD. Bosson sounds like a castrated raccoon with a barbed pike shoved up his nether regions, and I pray that guy would just go home to France and start selling burgers or something. Just get him out of the radio airwaves, please.