"I've got a bucket of shit"
I've always liked Robbie Williams.
I understand that's not necessarily "cool" to admit, but I don't give a shit what's meant to be cool. For whatever reason, the odd duff track (and the misconcieved swing album) aside, I've pretty much universally loved his work over the last ten years. I even went to see him live about nine years ago at the Hammersmith Palais - this was before he was big (i.e. before "Angels" had hit) and he was a thoroughly entertaining and engaging performer. In fact, he endeared himself even further to me by doing the whole "Kiss" makeup gimmick for the "Let Me Entertain You" video.
Sometimes I'd really like to give him a slap when he does his whole "I hate fame, I'm so unhappy" schtick, but generally Robbie's fine with me as a purveyor of good pop/rock music.
Until now.
What in the HELL is up with this "Rudebox" album? It's the biggest pile of steaming excrement I've possibly ever heard. If listening to it didn't give me cancer, it at least gave me AIDS. I saw the single for the single once, and I was shocked at its shittiness - but the album, I thought, would at least be better than that. God, was I ever wrong. Seventeen tracks of electro shit topped off with either horrific falsetto or excrutiating "rapping".
This is such a radical departure, I can't help but think that this is an intentional attempt by Rob to kill his own career. Whatever the reason, Robbie's just produced the worst album of the year, and I'm very glad I downloaded this (the first time I've ever not bought one of his CDs), because I can now delete the folder and never speak of this atrocity again.
I understand that's not necessarily "cool" to admit, but I don't give a shit what's meant to be cool. For whatever reason, the odd duff track (and the misconcieved swing album) aside, I've pretty much universally loved his work over the last ten years. I even went to see him live about nine years ago at the Hammersmith Palais - this was before he was big (i.e. before "Angels" had hit) and he was a thoroughly entertaining and engaging performer. In fact, he endeared himself even further to me by doing the whole "Kiss" makeup gimmick for the "Let Me Entertain You" video.
Sometimes I'd really like to give him a slap when he does his whole "I hate fame, I'm so unhappy" schtick, but generally Robbie's fine with me as a purveyor of good pop/rock music.
Until now.
What in the HELL is up with this "Rudebox" album? It's the biggest pile of steaming excrement I've possibly ever heard. If listening to it didn't give me cancer, it at least gave me AIDS. I saw the single for the single once, and I was shocked at its shittiness - but the album, I thought, would at least be better than that. God, was I ever wrong. Seventeen tracks of electro shit topped off with either horrific falsetto or excrutiating "rapping".
This is such a radical departure, I can't help but think that this is an intentional attempt by Rob to kill his own career. Whatever the reason, Robbie's just produced the worst album of the year, and I'm very glad I downloaded this (the first time I've ever not bought one of his CDs), because I can now delete the folder and never speak of this atrocity again.