Title: Just skip it...
Product review: The Velvet Teen has become a pretentious and bloated mimic machine that churns out tired imitations of yesterday's genius. This album seems more design than art, more intellectual vanity than inspired musical experimentation, and more sequins than substance. A candle fancies itself to be the Sun. If Judah could only find a pocket of honesty and humility in his ever expanding bag of tricks, perhaps he would treat us to something truly remarkable. But alas, Ego wins the day, and we are given a shifting glimpse into a carefully fabricated soul loosely based on the lives of others. Maybe some are dazzled by the illusion, but I'm disappointed. I recommend you save your money for something a bit less forced, and a good deal more authentic.
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