Categories : Music Reviews, Rock + Pop.
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Rating: 1.5/5 Released: October 24, 2005 Reviewer: Jason Zalmanowitz |
When Robbie Williams’ Intensive Care first started playing, I had planned to start this review with “Gone are the days of Queen… but luckily Robbie Williams is still here.†Unfortunately, as the rest of the disc played out, the list expanded from Queen to Ricky Martin, The Beatles, The Buggles, Four Non Blondes, Kylie, Cher, Donovan, David Usher, and Tom Jones. How disappointing.
Gone are the days of England’s super suave hyper-sexualized can-do Robbie Williams, only to be replaced with some sort of pseudo-progressive-grandmother-friendly British Michael Bolton knock off. Is this is what is to be expected of the rest of England’s darling solo singers? A life of mediocrity, coupled with shameful lyrics and a desire to be an amalgamation of Freddy Mercury, Cher, and Ricky Martin? And really, the Bloodhound Gang’s I Wish I Was Queer So I Could Get Chicks is miles better than Robbie’s Your Gay Friend. How disappointing.
However, it is not all bad, as soft rock stations in the UK will have fodder for another two years, at least. Riding on the coat tails of his other releases, will this be the bomb that crushes the pop sensation? Doubtful, but I understand Robbie’s desire to not release Intensive Care across the pond. Like so many unfortunate British steam ships, it’d sink just as bad. How disappointing.
