Right, ok, the jig is up, Jay Sean. I was prepared to give you the benefit of the doubt after that cruel single review debacle, but this album just takes the biscuit. This is a joke…right?
Unfortunately, no, everything about this risible piece of arse is achingly, audibly, anxiously earnest. And every song sounds the same: overproduced, underwhelming and beleaguered by Mr Sean’s weak, annoying voice. ‘Waiting’ is the only song that even stands out, and it’s still shit. ‘Murder’ is also rubbish, but deserves honourable mention, as its title is an adequate description of what Mr Sean appears to be doing to music.
This album is just so cringe-worthy and devoid of talent or depth; in short, this tosspot makes Elliot Minor look like fucking Mozart. Pick: Waiting.
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