And grossly enough, we get invited along to watch. Did you hear that falsetto? What the hell was that shit? What we have is a case of two overly mannered egomaniacs, one whose astonishing lack of talent continues to baffle me to this day, kiss their own reflections as if their ego were their own child. As per usual, Smith is the epitome of saccharine portentousness, while John Legend makes noises that sound like someone whining in pain as they linger in a hospital ward after painkillers. Maxwell Cavaseno: Decades ago, when you had an insufferable Brit proving they had soul after surprising crossover success by hiring a recognizable icon, you had George Michael and Aretha Franklin. And as it turns out, I am just that cynic. Katherine St Asaph: Only a cynic could resist this mucus-gooey romantic display. I know for damn sure that Chris Brown and Nicki Minaj would have begged for the shows of soul. I doubt I’ll hear a more boring single all year.Īlfred Soto: A crossover effort by a guy who didn’t need a crossover, a pop validation for an R&B singer who before “All of Me” had only himself to blame for never getting anyone to give a damn this horror gets pounded into meat sauce until it’s not even recognizable as gravy. And furthermore, this’ll likely win a boatload of Grammys in 2016. Accordingly, he drags Legend down with him. Keys and Legend are at least capable of roughing up their sound a bit Smith is far too squeaky-clean for such nonsense. Which is why he won all those Grammys a couple months ago. And Sam Smith is the trifecta: the gay, British male version, only with less soul. John Legend is, by and large, the male Alicia Keys, albeit a better singer. Thomas Inskeep: Alicia Keys is the Grammys’ dream: a “proper” R&B singer/songwriter/piano player who makes records boring enough for middle-aged white record executives. TBQH, we kinda wish we hadn’t come back from the weekend… Donnie Trumpet & the Social Experiment.Email (song suggestions/writer enquiries).
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