Puppies and Ice Cream Puppies and Ice Cream Nice Inside. Is that coke coke coke they're saying. Generic enough. Where's her vocals? Buried in the Mix. Awel. Sounds mucho like Madonna. The music is as commercial as..well..a commercial. Huh huh huh. We're comming up on RAP as noted in the lyrics. Good to hear she owes someone her new inside, I didn't realize cosmetic surgery went that far. Do these backround singers sing on every song? or just every other song?
It's you. Hey, Rockwell found a new job, wow, I was wondering what happened to him. you know, Rockwell, 'Watching Me' I wonder who she's deifying here. Noones that good. Is this the second song? Or a remix of the first one? Oo, more RAP. This sounds like every disco song i ever overheard in my life. Nothing is distinguishing it. Someone should throw a monkey wrench in her whole life, ask her, Hey Tiff, What's love? Huh huh huh.
Tenderly. Easy 105 OK. Now we're talking. How can *anyone* get excited about this album? It says absolutely and I mean *absolutely* nothing. Nada, bubkus. A new anthem for the S+M set. Huh huh huh. [unabridged version of this is available, has some lyrics and associated comments in it].
[Uh oh. I don't think I'm going to make it here. This s**t is boring, like you wouldn't believe.] Wait, uptempo.
Never Run My Motor Down. Well at least there's *something* going around behind the stock in trade music, nothing really but *something*. So far this is the most interesting song, has a bit of a touch to it. Oh well, it just got too interesting. You don't spread the s**t much thicker then this. Let's just dig up every little up tempo trick we can. Yuck.
Here in My Heart. Uh oh, another slow one. Easy 105. Satan, what kind of life is going on here. People actually kick back and listen to this? I can actually picture that misery. It's frightening. Who do these people think they're fooling. -Here, Here in my Dodge-. [oh Mike, but what about the bogus horns?]. Ummm... they're bogus. Not just synthetic, but really bogus.
Tiffs Back. [oh boy side two, [checking pulse]]. This is 100 thousand times worse then anything my parents ever listened to. Tho they had some fairly decent taste. Charles Aznavour is pretty killer. Side two here we go. "Na na na na"????? This bass is worse then a reaggae song, it as abusive as live reaggae's. There's absolutly no middle range on these songs, I should just diconnect the mid-range. Where's the beef? Well here's where Steeyle Dan collects their royalties. I'm not really up on what this is derivative of but that might be part of it. Well at least this isn't a love song, I don't think.
Our Love. This one is. Sequencers? Uggg. This is so generic it's amazing. There is absolutly nothing that distinguishes it. Am I repeating myself? That makes sense, this is a damn redundant and repetative album. Even down to the same 'guitar' in the background that was on Never run my mother down. I'm going to have to listen to the Meatmen's 'What's this s**t called love', after this without a doubt.
Life Affair. Rockwells back in a big way here. Hey wait a second look what it says here on the bottom of the lyrics "PLAY IT LOUD!!", huh huh huh just kidding. Affair air spare fair care there. [laughing].
Back in the Grove. This is the 70's retrospective number. K-Tel, Ronco. Holy cow. I picked that up right away, even before the background singers came on [patting self on back]. This is stuff so pitiful. I mean there's gotta be border to border Holiday Inns she could tour. Steeyle Dan suggest itself here, I don't know why tho. Could be just free association.
Halaluliah the last song.
There Could Never. I feel like I'm engaging in an unnatural act. Huh huh huh. Thaaare couould nehver bEEEEEEE. After the recording session they only had to polish two keys on the piano. Well that's enough. Never will I be compelled to admit I listened to a *whole* Debinny Kids on the Past album.
Satan be damned. I'm actually embarrassed. That was truly awful tripe. I can't get over it. I feel all icky. Like I've been stained. Ahh yes, Rebel rouser rebel rouser got to be a rebel rouser got to be a rebel rouser. Nothing Like Tesco Vee and the boys to bring one back from the dead. Still waiting tho. Here we go. "little girl I got a question, comon babe teach me a lesson, what's this sh*t called love what's this sh*t called love I don't know baby, i don't care, aint got a nothing that i wanna share, a look at me and you'll feel something, anything that could be better then nothing, what's this shit called love.." Ah yes, I feel better now, cleansed.