I strained myself to come up with something good to say about this album, because all things "divide into two" as we say in Maoist dialectics. There must be something in this album that we expect represents a social force with a future.
The difficulty of seeing something positive in this album resulted in the following thought: If someone were to buy this CD and then swear off phone sex, it would be a good thing.
It's not that Mariah Carey is doing anything uncommon in the music industry with this soft-core pornography. The pictures on the album jacket do not sport her singing or even looking at music production props. The photos are the same as for a model. She is lying provocatively on a couch and she's wearing an unbuttoned blouse with the shoulder straps falling off. Yes, Mariah Carey is attractive like a model; that's how she sells records that sound like phone sex.
Her voice almost gives the reviewer goose bumps on the back of the neck. Most of the album is done in her bedroom voice.
The lyrics and laid back to non-existent instruments all combine for what I will call "urban make-out music." When T.H. White wrote that overly sleepy people of peacetime break into war as a matter of coming out of low energy life or comatose patterns, he was thinking of something like this album. Too much of this kind of music, and a war is bound to break out just to restore the balance.
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