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Within one week of Lily Allen's first album release, she made it to the top of album charts, single charts, airplay and download charts. The question of the century is, “Why?” Perhaps it is her uncanny ability to hit two whole notes perfectly in a song, or her innovative methods of combining elevator music and pop into one nauseatingly boring genre hereby dubbed popevator. Or maybe it is her full reliance on her studio engineer's skills at overdubbing, or a plague of global insanity. No, no. I believe she summed it up for us in her lyrics of The Fear. “I'll take off my clothes and it will be shameless/ 'cause everyone knows that's how you get famous.” Or, of course, there is always talent. But if you're a vapid husk of flesh, thank God for plan B.
Allen is a semi-pretty face, and nothing more. But she doesn't seem to mind. Or maybe no one told her yet. Her website brags of her positive traits: “X-rated sexpert, fall-down drunk, exhibitionist, primadonna, celebrity girlfriend, celebrity daughter, celebrity sister.” Now, how can I argue with such irrefutable character, and yet another fully justifiable claim to fame?
Vocals and path to success aside, her musical direction is nonexistent. The most clever rhythm she came up with was a reggae beat on Smile. In other words, she poorly recreated the most simplistic beat known to man, which is best left to those with talent. However, she did redeem the track with the profound lyrics in the chorus, “Lalalalalala.” Lily will bring her dastardly music to America in April. If you value music, yourself, and your ears, stay home.
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