Album review: Robin Thicke, Blurred Lines (Star Trak)
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Your support makes all the difference.Thicke has racked up five Billboard hit albums without troubling the outside world.
Suddenly, following the global smash “Blurred Lines”, all eyes are on him for the sixth. Which turns out to be an almost fascinatingly charmless collection of bog-standard sub-Timberlake nu-disco and R&B-pop, with would-be loverman Thicke promising a “big dick for you” and complaining that there’s no statue of him in his hometown. Nothing to see here.
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