“I fucked a mermaid!”
So, since around Thanksgiving, I’ve been stockpiling a shitload of mp3 albums I’ve come across in my blog travels. Half the stuff I’d never even care about were it not free. I’m finding some pretty good gems out there, but there are also quite a few misses. Man can’t live by song parodies and Watchmen reviews alone, so I figured I’d share some of these finds with you. Today’s target is Soul, the latest album from Seal. Released in time for the Christmas rush, Soul is 12 tracks of Seal paying homage to the soul stars of yesteryear. The joke’s on the listener, though, as we find out that Seal’s got NO SOUL. Yeah, I couldn’t believe it either. I mean, the thing just should have been better. It’s produced by David Foster, for God’s sake! That guy shits Top 40 Adult Contemporary gold. He’s the Timbaland of the former yuppie set. Yet, even he couldn’t save this train wreck of a tribute album. Plainly put, Soul seems more like it was rushed together to fulfill a contractual obligation than a display of any real effort on Seal’s part. You know you’re in a bad situation when you find yourself thinking, “Michael Bolton would’ve been so much better on this CD”. Yup, it’s like that. Anyway, I figured I should probably take you on a track-by-track exploration of its few hits and more numerous misses.
Yeah, I love Seal and all, so this is all very fascinating, but why don’t you get a move on and post my freakin’ quote about the BIRDS OF PREY girl? I’m starving for attention here!
Still no blog entry headed by my awesome quote about acid-spraying mail bombs. You make me sad.