No raw disk

This plate is in any case far from a raw disk. it sounds pretty overcooked on the contrary. on this album can be all radiant misery of the current R & B Mooring: a horde of star producer was busy until herumzupolieren at these tracks, until nothing is left of them, until they were wiped out simply. all these expensive pig beats one has heard umpteen thousand, they say nothing, only by their own magnificence.

this shiny marble tiles of songs then raises the Ashanti and does not rely on inspiration or artistic urgency, but to their great voice. since then howled and whimpered as are vocal garlands wound until the uvula falls out of the socket. I know this kind of vocal cord sport is generally considered impressive and grand, something at me ödet so incredible a whole boatload of R & B diva does nothing more.

Therefore I find singers like Winehouse as enjoyable - the singing finally straight again.

this album has already some nice things on it, and some tunes are quite succeeded and the way on the first single "The Way That I Love You" the piano dances, which is very charming. and of course the whole professional bombast of this album in all its excessive uselessness is somehow seriously amazed making. and: the Ashanti has a truly great voice.

perhaps makes again an album on which this voice can easily sing, rather than constantly have to bloating.

not a bad album, just ... empty. any old Supremes number tells interesting stories.