When I sit down and listen to the music I
receive, I naturally enough first wear my metal specs. If they don't work, I'll
wear the rock specs. And, again, if they don't work either, I go for the last
option; the completely open-minded we'll-take-it-for-what-it-is specs.
The lovely Liv Kristine, Norwegian expat in Germany, song bird and a goth sex
symbol of sorts, has released her second solo album.
And the metal specs didn't work at all. No response.
The rock specs...there was a slight reaction on the indicators, but enough to
really call it rock music.
The open-mindedness specs had to be worn, then, so be it.
I have to conclude that this is a professional album. It sounds good. Liv's
voice is as lovely as ever, her talent and qualities as always indeniable.
I believe my wife wouldn't complain if I put this album on as background music.
It certainly wouldn't hurt neither her nor the kids. Actually, it's not likely
to touch or move anyone.
What I'm saying is; for all my attempts at being open-minded and taking this for
what it is on its own terms, 'Skintight' is nothing but a boring round of saucy
pop music that can not in no way touches my heart or soul.