Chris Lee

Today's Music That Hopefully Didn't Take Too Long To Come Up With An Album Title is Chris Lee's eponymous possible-debut. This album is something that I downloaded from eMusic at the behest of nobody at all. eMusic may have recommended it to me, for some reason.

Chris Lee features Chris Lee playing guitar and singing. The guitar is bright and gentle; the voice is a warbling, emotive tenor. Occasionally these songs delve into minor keys, but it's fairly predictable. These are precocious love songs, the kind that fit perfectly into the 'Morning Blend' on your local 'adult contemporary' radio station (mine is called 'Capitol 106').

I don't know that I even have a favorite track here. The minute redeeming value on this eight-song album is found in the last track, the I-thought-only-R. Kelly-wrote-titles-this-bad "I Can't Make Love to You Anymore", which has a solid minute of drums and distorted guitar to close the album. Unfortunately, it's just an electric take on the relatively bland progression of the song itself, as if Lee is so sure that this song is a winner that he feels the need to present it in two formats within the track itself.

Chris Lee, I have deleted your album from my computer without any remorse. I view you as a cousin to that preening metrosexual singer from Maroon 5 and I hope nobody buys your album.

In Other News:
Thankfully, most of the other albums I downloaded this album have some teeth. White Rabbits, Nancy Elizabeth, The Antlers, Deleted Scenes - these are all going to have positive reviews. Even We Were Promised Jetpacks, despite their awful name, are pretty fun in a raging and overly Scottish way.

Make it be Friday COME ON