Music like this is the reason I don't listen to radio rock. Brittany Spears, Shania Twain, N'Sync, and the whole crowd of plasticene popsters are quite successful and more power to 'em, but I wouldn't call what they do 'music'. 'Stamp-pressed injection molded product' would be more approriate, and Amanda Morra seems to have worked on the factory line for a few years.
Like all such efforts, there are a few interesting stabs here, but not all that many. Better Days, for instance, starts off with a very arresting intro and beat, then follows with an enticing formula but too soon hamstrings itself by fading back into saccharinity, aping the flaccid heart of chart sonority. I'm sure the trick works, so much of what the airwaves carry show it, but it's like getting half a kiss when what you wanted was quite a bit more. In other words, such material teases but never delivers. In latterday America, with its preference for television and lobotomized art, however, that's a good thing…I guess.
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