wastes Carey's considerable talent
* (out of five stars)
By Maurice Bobb
Daily Cougar Staff
Mariah Carey is a brave woman.
Bruce Macaulay/20th Century
Mariah Carey (Billie Frank)
and Julian Dice (Max Beesley) share a quiet moment in the recording studio
in the new film Glitter. The film also
stars recording artists Da Brat and Eric
How else could she have the gall to make
a dubious film debut and drop an equally mind-numbing album in one stroke?
The title, Glitter, is a misnomer because
this album shines about as brightly as a used charcoal briquette.
Led by the disappointing single "LoverBoy,"
Glitter is bound for a trash bin near you.
Don't be surprised if mobs of irate fans
storm record stores for refunds on this one.
It's not that Carey can't sing -- we all
know better than that --but it seems as if she utilized drugs other than
those prescribed by a medical
professional while lending her voice to
this melee of uninspired songs, music and production.
Ultimately, this album's demise can be
blamed on Carey's merging of three incongruous styles: dismal disco, haphazard
hip-hop and butchered
The first, obviously reflective of her
film, is 1980s-hued fare that should have stayed buried in everyone's "What
the hell were we thinking" time
The song "Last Night a DJ Saved My Life"
is so intolerable, one is inclined to permanently damage the CD player
and use the CD itself for a
The hip-hop collaborations with notables
like Ja Rule, Busta Rhymes and Mystikal sound as if they were recorded
while using Sprint PCS
No, that couldn't be, because between network
busy signals and dropped calls, common sense would have prevailed and the
have retracted any involvement with the
Then there are the ballads that fall somewhere
between fingernails raking a blackboard and cats screaming in the night.
Carey's juggling act seems all the more
tragic considering her recent treatment for a mental breakdown.
Perhaps Carey should take time to collect
her thoughts and use her troubles as grist for songwriting; maybe then
her songs will have some kind
of relevance and won't bring to mind the
sound of a toilet flushing.
As it is, though, Glitter is a huge misstep
for an established icon like Carey.
I'm sure she can overcome this in time,
but for now, Virgin should pull this CD from the shelves or be arrested