CRAP on the dancefloor
I really don't know what all the positive buzz is about; are we listening to the same CD? This album sucks! It's dull as dishwater b-side Kylie Minogue CRAP.
The only good songs are Hung Up (thank you ABBA), Like it or Not, Forbidden Love (chorus only) and I Love New York (only for it's quirky nifty-ness). The rest is just a bunch of half-assed background 'dance' music that meanders on and on...
It ain't Ray of Light; it ain't even Music!
Download it if you still want to hear it. DON'T BUY IT.
posted by Canuckfuck at 2:37:00 a.m.
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And why is everything called "confessions" these days? Between Lohan and Madge and the chick-lit industry, you can't go outside without being pelted with some form of entertainment called "Confessions of a Blah Blah Blah".
It was good when our favorite shopaholic did it...now it's just dumb.
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