If Peaches is a designer drug, then Amanda Blank is methamphetamine. It’s the same concept (gets you high), but it’s a little trashier and dirtier. There’s something bohemian about Peaches. She comes across as a strong woman who uses sexuality to assert herself in a positive light. Blank just sounds like a slut. You go to the club hoping to take home Peaches, but instead all you get is Blank. You get the idea.
There’s nothing wrong with “I Love You.” The freestone and cling shoes are hard to fill, even with heavy syrup. “Make-Up” is a fun song about makeup. It’s a bit misogynistic, but maybe she is being ironic. Or I am missing the point. I do that, you know.
“Shame on Me” sounds like it should be in a car commercial. But I would at least rent the car. This ain’t no Kia Soul ad. It kind of sounds like Garbage. I wonder whether Blank is only happy when it rains.
“A Love Song” sounds like a bad Northern State song. Yes, I know that’s redundant. “DJ” sounds like Madonna when she is singing “Hung Up.”
The album is fine. It’s not the most thoughtful thing out there, but it’s great for parties or bumpin’ in the car when your windows are rolled up.
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