Justin Timberlake’s voice gets peskier and peskier album by album. Please, someone tell him he’s not Michael Jackson. His falsetto is as annoying as the buzz of mosquitos at night. From the first to the last track, this album is boring and more predictable than ice at the north pole… the winds here and there are obviously meant to give a “soul” flavour, but the only flavour this album has is nothing you’d like to have on your plate for dinner. Avoidable synthesised voices apart, this cd is packed with flat melodies that we’ve already heard from Timberlake and hundreds of pop singers, not to mention the customary “baby-I-love-you-let’s-make-love” lyrics. This is supposed to be a pop album so why are the tracks 6 to 8 minutes long? You expect such length to promise at least some variety, a crescendo or a sort of evolution inside the track, which obviously never happens or when it does you wish it never did. So don’t bother listening to them full length, I did it and was about to smash the speakers. I wonder how long did it take to produce such a useless album, how much money wasted and how many real artists without a contract would deserve so much more attention. I’m quite sure anyone who owns a Mac with Garage Band installed on it can do better. But we know, in this case, it’s not the music that sells.
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