This bored the hell out of me.

It's got Rock DJ, it's got Angels, it's got not much else, but those songs do slap.

It's Chuck D.

It's a decent album but I think I've heard too much ska lately, I'm ska'd out..

It's very hard to write anything that isn't the most cliche review possible, but imagine that the words of this are that.

An album that got infinitely more interesting when I read up on it. A rock opera concert album with each song as the perspective of a different character is a great concept. I only gave it the one listen (due to it's perhaps excessive length) but I think it's deserving of a re-evaluation in a few months.

There were multiple moments while listening to this that I forgot I wasn't hearing a forgotten Talking Heads album.

A contemporary review of this album described it as a "masterpiece of hollow techniques", and despite critical reevaluation over the years, listening to it that critique still feels pertinent. When this album is great, its truly great, and it carries some superb instrumentals, but those moments of excellence became fleeting when they just dragged on. Perhaps this album suffers from the trappings of trailblazing something that would later be found and perfected elsewhere. Still, its certainly not bad by any means.

A relaxing album that is well produced and very easy to listen to, perhaps to its detriment. Still it's album with great potential to become a study/working go to.

The transition of celebrities to wannabe pop stars is almost as old as the concept itself. From Scarlett Johanssen to Mary Elizabeth Winstead, countless it girls have attempted and failed the lateral move into music. It shouldn't be surprising that in the age of social media, it's own young stars are trying to break into the charts and seize the clout afforded only to the most popular artists. I can't say I'd heard of Addison Rae before this, but the image of her on the album cover probably spells out her ambitious with her Dua Lipa-esque look. Unfortunately, she wasn't able to replicate one of Dua's most important skills, singing. The amount of vocal correction present on every song in this album would be distracting enough if it wasn't for the lyrics. I was genuinely shocked when I learned that each song had a minimum of three writers. A secondary school teacher would make an eleven year old rewrite these verses. The fact that three human beings, presumably all with some modicum of success in their lives, were able to sit in a room and come to a consensus on the contents of these songs speaks to the sheer mental damage dealt to our society by social media. In an age of genuinely decent pop music to ape, led by figures like Billie Ellish and Olivia Rodrigo, the only sound Addison has somehow managed to mock is an Epic Movie-tier parody of High School Musical.