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Glee: The Music Presents The Warblers

Glee: The Music Presents The Warblers
Tuesday, 17th May 2011
I am not a person who would be remotely willing to take a bullet for a member of the Glee cast. In fact I sometimes hope that the lot of them would decide to do humanity a favour and take a plethora of bullets for other people instead. I know. I am biased. Heavily. But I’m afraid you’re just going to have to live with it.

One thing that I am certainly not is an expert. Even I though can tell you that the first line to be uttered by a male vocalist on an allegedly serious covers album being “you think I’m pretty without any make-up on”, is an utterly shambolic idea! And coming from the guy Kurt’s got the hots for? No… just no.

While it may (I’m told, I haven’t seen it) fit with the TV series better being an all-male line up, this is another facet of this album I simply can’t get my head around. Any Glee duet instantly shows how one-sided the gender battle in vocal prowess is; just listen to Finn trying to hold out against Rachel in that doomed version of 'Don’t Stop Believing', and this record just hammers that point home: it is simply horrible.

Auto-tuned to 'Tom Tit', as my cockney housemate would put it, and unconvincingly at that, perhaps its only saving grace is that you might not know about a quarter of the songs, therefore unaware of whether they’re butchering them as much as the rest. I don’t know quite how the production team manage it, but if it’s a cheap JLS tribute act-type sound they were aiming for, then they deserve a good old pat on the back. Couple that with the dodgy a cappella intros (hasn’t anyone told them it isn’t Never Mind The Buzzcocks?), and you’re onto a winning formula. Assuming, of course, that by “winning” you mean “heartlessly raping and pillaging the great vault of pop music, emerging smiling carrying the corpses of everyone from The Beatles to Destiny’s Child”.

I suppose it might not be quite as terrible as I’ve thus far made out. To quote Family Guy, if it’s “that mediocre, generic sound you’ve been looking for, then listen to this”. On the other hand, if you put more faith in NME’s official ‘Godlike Genius’ Dave Grohl’s recently voiced opinion of Glee creator Ryan Murphy, then you could always follow his advice and “F**k that guy”.

Your decision. Rant over.

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