Title: The Music is Worse than the Title
Product review: One way trip? More like one trick pony. Make that NO trick pony. This is one of weakest representations of art I have ever been subjected to. Brettell is clearly mesmerized by her own voice - a voice which lacks clarity, depth, control, or range - and belts out one diarrhetic blast after another. Her voice ranges from flat to....flat, but being tone deaf - unfortunately - doesn't seem to hold Brettell back one bit. What Brettell lacks in vocal power she definitely does NOT make up for in writing abilities, as her songs are at once lyrically trite and musically grating - a stupifying combination. Brettell is either surrounded by Yes-men or people who intend to do her harm - this could be the only explanation for the team who allowed the recording of such mind-bendingly bad material.
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