BT - Emotional Technology
Lord, what good can I possibly say about this one? I mean, it has to be one of the most truly awful albums I've ever truly loved—an utterly perverse orgy of rock, house, breakbeat, hip-hop, and synth-pop, plus even a brief nod to gospel, featuring cheap, gimmicky guest appearances galore, including, God help me, one of the now grown-up characters from NSync, not to mention the most painfully juvenile yet eminently lipsynchable lyrics conceivable on every single track.
In other words, it's fucking brilliant. So get it now. Because however hard he may try, BT simply can do no wrong.
Lord, what good can I possibly say about this one? I mean, it has to be one of the most truly awful albums I've ever truly loved—an utterly perverse orgy of rock, house, breakbeat, hip-hop, and synth-pop, plus even a brief nod to gospel, featuring cheap, gimmicky guest appearances galore, including, God help me, one of the now grown-up characters from NSync, not to mention the most painfully juvenile yet eminently lipsynchable lyrics conceivable on every single track.
In other words, it's fucking brilliant. So get it now. Because however hard he may try, BT simply can do no wrong.
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