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Title: Spice Girls With No Spice.
Review: "PCD" may stand for Pussycat Dolls, but for all I know, it could also stand for Pretty Crappy Drivel. Jeez, how much lower can the music industry stoop? Now, don't get me wrong. I like guilty pleasure pop as much as the next Spice Girls or Justin Timberlake fan, but "PCD" is guilty pleasure pop that's high on guilt and low on pleasure. "Don't Cha" is passable radio-fluff; imagine a filtered-down Destiny's Child with just a fraction of Beyonce's sass. "Stickwitchu" and "Waitaminute" go in one ear and right out the other, and they have the unmitigated gall to ruin "Tainted Love," a old tune Soft Cell made famous back in 1982. Would anyone old enough to remember Soft Cell's version appreciate the Pussycat Dolls' version? Highly unlikely. "PCD" gets the dubious honor for making a great argument in favor of copy-protected CDs. That's because no kind person should rip and burn music this bad for his/her friends.
