Heartbreak on Vinyl
Tommy Boy Entertainment
October 6, 2009
By Kim Scroggins
There is really not much I can say about Blake Lewis’ record besides: Warning, this album contains 13 tracks of pure genre-clashing love nonsense and may not be suitable for most listeners.
For as cute as he is, his attempts at making love songs more upbeat just don’t match up. In fact, I think his heartthrob status is what will attract the listeners. His voice is certainly fit for the love song genre, but it’s the alternation between ‘80s power pop and auto-tune techno as background music that leaves me unsatisfied.
I must say, though, that I was pleasantly surprised to hear that the tracks weren’t the Mariah Carey-like ballads that I was anticipating. That would have led to a rather boring album.
In the first track, “Heartbreak on Vinyl,” his style is nothing short of Bublé-esque. His smooth vocal range is something that works in his favor, but it gets easily lost in the music. Perhaps he’d be better off as more of an acoustic artist.
Just when you think you could get used to this smooth and funky contrast, he switches it up leaving you with something that almost resembles R&B. As it turns out, Lewis is a self-proclaimed beat-boxer, so why not show off your beat-box talents if you have them, right? That’s what “SuperScratchaVocalisticTurnatableLicious” is there for. Compared to the rest of the track list, it sounds out of place. However, it’s short and sweet so you’re not thrown off for too long.
Being the sixth season American Idol runner-up, there is no doubt that Blake Lewis has talent. Unfortunately, this record doesn’t properly showcase it. If the music didn’t take the focus from the lyrics, he would have a lot of potential.
As an artist you have to give him credit where credit is due, but would I put this on my iPod? Simple answer: No thanks.