Review:

on 2011-02-22 CharlesMartel Said:

Unfortunately, I cannot give this a zero rating because the rating system here does not allow it. But my reasoning behind loathing this is simple and clear. Why do we have to have families of clean-cut nonentities churning out this awful dross? How anyone can listen to this god-awful horse puke is beyond me.

"These words are my words."

Come on, Dear, you fool no one. These words are whatever your record company says they are. If they tell you to go and sing some mindless drivel you'll do it. After all, everyone wants to be a pop star, don't they? Natasha's brother was famous for fifteen minutes once and so why not push his sister out as a singer as well. Then let's get Dad in the act; don't forget Mum or the psychotic half brother they keep in the basement.

This trash is typical of the mass produced pulp put out by record companies as mere money making exercises. There is no originality, no substance, just an assurance that this represents the lowest common denominator in popular music. Kids can go and buy this because it is so clean that no one will get offended and Mum and Dad will smile benignly as this enters the CD player. And something that offends no one is more likely to sell to kids because parents one attempt to ban it.

And so here we have some stupidly happy feel good song supposedly about personal empowerment. What crap! She is completely in the thrall of her record company svengalis who tell her what to wear, what to sing, where to go and probably when to shit. And out there are people who are deluded into buying this crap.
Rating: 1/10