Title: torture chamber music
Product review: Bringing in the shears to shorn his proto-mullet is about as radical as balladeering Bolts gets on his latest installment of waxen tonsil-rattling covers. The formula remains the same: veteran soul material by the likes of Marvin Gaye, Ann Peebles, Louis Armstrong and Al Green fleeced and denatured as awful overblown orchestrations of pube-crimping, anglo-pleasing sap. Fans are sure to be tickled pinkish by the self-indulgent caterwauling. But even they might be inclined to turn up their snouts, if not at the fitting inclusion of the facile old acid lullaby Whiter Shade of Pale, then certainly at Moltin's excruciating emasculation of Dylan's Like A Rolling Stone. It's time for Michael Snap-on to cease and desist of the classics and muster the cajones to insert his own material in the white soul torture machine he's built for himself.Nothing less humiliating will suffice.
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