Forget Paris!

The stars are blind and deaf when we women Hilton continues singing soon. Somehow fits this song as said fist on the eye to our omnipresent, self-proclaimed pseudo-Star: success without talent-as in all Lebensbereichen- so also in music.

"Stars Are Blind" sounds like a twelve year old would have been in a boring minute with his new Bontempi organ concerned. A rhythm as fresh from the beer tent, the mindless merry-second one monotonous to the long-awaited end stomps to himself. The melody is as trite as boring and by the incredible vocal power of Mrs. Hilton (which was obviously not to lift despite using all technical means to an acceptable level) appropriately staged. All in all, cheaply produced pop goods without any right of people love the "light fare". Music for "Gone Hear"!