Reviewed by Eric Saeger
Itâ€™s not just the self-release aspect of this annoying little bling-house record that screams vanity from the mountaintop. Judging by the lyrics, this Situation-lookalike is all about boning one Kardashian or the other, and matter of fact, if Kim put out something this disposable she might never live it down. Itâ€™s not the worst CD ever to land in this office by any means, no, but its intent â€“ and epic album-title fail â€“ pretty much relay to the Martians all they need to know about this ruined empire. Itâ€™s like this guy took a few online associate degree classes in 80s-ology: a gimpy, humble cover of A-haâ€™s â€˜Take On Meâ€™; enough George Michael to choke a menâ€™s bath-house. And my fricking God already with the â€œyouâ€™re so sexyâ€ platitudes all over the place, why not just Sharpie â€œI Have Genitaliaâ€ on your forehead.