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27 of 27 people found the following review helpful:
3.0 out of 5 stars
Dreadfully Awesome, April 18, 2004
If you've spotted any of William Hung's myriad media appearances following his butchering of "She Bangs" as part of American Idol's auditions, you know what you're in for here--off-key caterwauling from a cheerful if somewhat oblivious young guy with a thick Asian accent...but no pretenses and not a shred of self-consciousness. I picked up this album for a few reasons--one, Simon Cowell said that this CD cheapens American Idol, which is about as hypocritical a statement as can be made from a guy on a show that puts cookie-cutter vocalists into a corporate music formula. But more than that, I collect bad music. Give me William Shatner, give me dogs barking Beatles songs--and yes, gimme William Hung. I've heard some surprisingly strong negative reactions to this album--many, of course, from folks who didn't buy or even listen to it--suggesting that this is racism at the worst, and at its least, baseless opportunism that hurts "real music." Racism, hopefully not--I'll clearly listen to *anybody* who can't sing, regardless of their skin. But hurting "real music?" When did disco anthems and the soundtracks of Disney movies--let alone the disposable Space Jam--become sacrosanct? Some of this material deserves Hung's enthustiastic but tuneless performances. His version of "I Believe I Can Fly" may well be the single worst recorded cover song of all time--but as such, to me, it's instantly more interesting and compelling than the original. (And that explains the 3-star score: These are perfectly awful performances of mediocre songs, thereby achieving greatness through failure, ultimately meeting in the middle.) Hung laughs through part of his YMCA vocal...because he's having fun. Is the rest of the country laughing with him, or at him? At him, no doubt. Me too. But I'll gladly give the kid a few bucks for making me smile, for being brave enough to be himself (he's far more of a natural individualist than the eager-to-please corporate chameleons who "succeeded" on American Idol in his place), and suggesting that sometimes, music isn't about quality--it's about entertainment value. Take my money, William, and thank you--you're worth it.
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