To be honest, until I got into reading and watching music reviews as a hobby, I had no idea who Flo Rida was. Oh, I’d certainly heard his songs, but he’d never made enough of an impression on me for me to remember his name. Other than being mildly irked that he had ruined the cheesily awesome “You Spin Me Round (Like a Record)” by Dead or Alive by using it as a sample in the appallingly bad “[You Spin My Head] Right Round,” I really couldn’t be bothered to have an opinion about the guy.
Well that has changed, dear readers! As it stands, I currently have four opinions about Flo Rida, which are as follows: his sideburns are ridiculous, he’s terrible at rapping, he’s excellent at writing catchy choruses and he probably should have politely retired from music after releasing “Club Can’t Handle Me.”
Despite my general distaste towards this kind of generic club schlock, something about “Club Can’t Handle Me” pulled at my cold, snobbish heart strings. Even I can’t decry a song that undeniably fun. His more recent work on his album “Wild Ones,” however, I most decidedly can.
The album starts with the currently omnipresent “Whistle,” which I’m fairly certain even pop fans are sick of now. The chorus is catchy for sure, but while one could feasibly enjoy having a song like “Club Can’t Handle Me” stuck in their head for a spell, this one becomes gratingly irritating within seconds. Whoever’s bright idea it was to make whistling the new big fad in pop music needs to be thrown into the nearest Sarlacc pit before he can do any more damage.
Being Flo Rida, this track is then followed by a mediocrely-rapped and instantly forgettable verse about partying and sex. The song after that is the title track “Wild Ones,” which starts out with Coldplay-like keys and (you guessed it!) an annoyingly catchy hook sung by guest artist Sia.
This is then followed up by a mediocrely-rapped and instantly forgettable verse about partying and sex (wow, two for two; I’m impressed, guys!). If nothing else, I suppose one could praise Mr. Rida for his consistency, but personally, by about the third track of this formula I found myself nodding off and wishing I was listening to something more interesting like whale songs or an air conditioner.
On the whole, while Flo Rida does have some very solid musical strengths, they’re all downplayed by how samey and boring his songs are. The production on his music is great, he seems to have enough clout to get a wide variety of guest artists and he can write one hell of an ear-worming chorus. Unfortunately, in order for any of those artistic advantages to have meaning, you also have to be interesting in some way. And the uncanny ability to sound exactly like everyone else on the radio just doesn’t cut it.
Two out of Five Stars
Well that has changed, dear readers! As it stands, I currently have four opinions about Flo Rida, which are as follows: his sideburns are ridiculous, he’s terrible at rapping, he’s excellent at writing catchy choruses and he probably should have politely retired from music after releasing “Club Can’t Handle Me.”
Despite my general distaste towards this kind of generic club schlock, something about “Club Can’t Handle Me” pulled at my cold, snobbish heart strings. Even I can’t decry a song that undeniably fun. His more recent work on his album “Wild Ones,” however, I most decidedly can.
The album starts with the currently omnipresent “Whistle,” which I’m fairly certain even pop fans are sick of now. The chorus is catchy for sure, but while one could feasibly enjoy having a song like “Club Can’t Handle Me” stuck in their head for a spell, this one becomes gratingly irritating within seconds. Whoever’s bright idea it was to make whistling the new big fad in pop music needs to be thrown into the nearest Sarlacc pit before he can do any more damage.
Being Flo Rida, this track is then followed by a mediocrely-rapped and instantly forgettable verse about partying and sex. The song after that is the title track “Wild Ones,” which starts out with Coldplay-like keys and (you guessed it!) an annoyingly catchy hook sung by guest artist Sia.
This is then followed up by a mediocrely-rapped and instantly forgettable verse about partying and sex (wow, two for two; I’m impressed, guys!). If nothing else, I suppose one could praise Mr. Rida for his consistency, but personally, by about the third track of this formula I found myself nodding off and wishing I was listening to something more interesting like whale songs or an air conditioner.
On the whole, while Flo Rida does have some very solid musical strengths, they’re all downplayed by how samey and boring his songs are. The production on his music is great, he seems to have enough clout to get a wide variety of guest artists and he can write one hell of an ear-worming chorus. Unfortunately, in order for any of those artistic advantages to have meaning, you also have to be interesting in some way. And the uncanny ability to sound exactly like everyone else on the radio just doesn’t cut it.
Two out of Five Stars
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