Shock-free home

Everything what I loved MIA over the past decade so lacking on this album: striking Hooks, original tunes, driving grooves and brilliant tracks that lead to panic and type with loose hand woven in an ingenious and visionary panglobales chaos. This album is a half-baked cacophony of digital electronic products. The descent from the critically acclaimed for verrissenen pop princess is already huge. Rightly I think. Because of the deep fall of MIA has not only to do with the fact that she published in revenge for the very exaggerated representation of a spoiled Wohlstandssozialromantikerin childishly the phone number of a NY Times editor at Twitter. No, it has particular and quite properly have anything to do with this terrible album. The hymn praises her label boss for this underground waste actually show how far removed from reality and at the end of the entire music industry is now. Too Bad. That MIA with this team of producers in the background so deviated is time, I would not have thought to Kala possible.