Good lord, when Lisa Bund time would have really been able to make an album ripen in peace, that her voice and charisma is appropriate. Instead, she gets an album off the shelf, in which every sound is pure calculation. Apparently was the drawer "Kelly Clarkson" closest to the prepared image, so it gets soft American radio rock with smooth guitars and choruses from the cloning facility. It remains a furry taste of angestaubtem Eighties rock a la Bonnie Tailer, Heart or Cher, most pimped bräsig and umterlegt with flaccid Drums. The whole attracts so listless in a past that is already thinking about the albums of Pink or Avril Lavigne in her hand has (since both are extensively imitated.) As with Monrose is barely room for the voice that brings here boring melodies for millions to be heard among all the production Bling.
So is the first star for your vote, the second for taking "butterflies in the stomach" with the album. We can only hope that they earned the album so much money that makes the rough, honest and vulnerable disk next time that has long since promised us their vote. Until then, shaking his head as the music industry burned their laboriously sifted talents with meaningless mass-produced.