Title: Dire, horrible, sickening.
Product review: The film was OK. Schmaltzy, but funny and reasonably well-observed.But the soundtrack........well, Elvis Costello and Al Green must be short of money. I can't think of any other reason why they'd consent to have their songs used alongside this pile of sub-R. Kelly, sickening, soulless soul trash.Confirms my impression that Ronan Keating is going to be the same horrible influence on 90s/00s UK music that Babyface has already been on the US. Although to be fair, Another Level et al are quite happy to provide similarly uninspired material...Bye bye originality, hello songs for people with double-figure IQs to meet and reproduce to. If anyone can think of any other purpose for this album, I'd love to hear it.Boy-band pop's always been brain-dead, but at least it used to be fun...if you buy this album, make sure you have your brain AND adrenaline gland removed first.
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