Granted, pop isn’t necessarily my cup of tea; however, I was looking forward to hearing the new Paris Hilton album. Not so much because I thought it would be a hit, but because one can’t help being curious. But no matter how curious I was, I didn’t go out and buy the album, I found some other sucker to burn it off of.
Hilton’s new album has a really meaningful and artistic title; it is called “Paris.” You would think that maybe she’d be able to pay someone to come up with a better title.
Paris’ first debut began with the release of her single, “Stars are blind,” which is also featured in her album.
Granted, the single “Stars are blind,” has a pretty catchy tune; however, I wasn’t able to find any other catchy songs in the entire CD. All of the songs sound exactly like every other pop superstar I’ve ever heard. It is an entire accumulation of synthesized beats blended in with a girly-sexy voice and of course, sex appeal.
Whatever happened to songs that made a difference? What happened to songs with real harmonization and actual meaningful lyrics? Music once was the outlet many (with true singing talent) took against government, civil rights, theology, love and so much more.
Hilton’s new album, “Paris,” has now statistically become a joke. Her new album doesn’t convince me that she has true singing talent, but rather billions and billions of dollars. It is the latest fad, rich wannabe so-called superstars, who have no true talent, much like Kevin Federline.
Hilton needs to stop trying to prove to the world that she has other talents. She needs to give a rest; she will always be a rich heiress whose true knowledge relies on the latest purses, shoes, dresses and make-up. Singing is absolutely not one of her true talents. Paris should stick to doing what she does best: party her ass off.