Enigma - Enigma - Love Sensuality Devotion: The Greatest Hits
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Music CD Cover Artist: Enigma Edition: Music CD Audio: English (Unknown); English (Original Language); English (Published) CD Release Date: 2001-10-23 Music Label: Virgin Records Us Product features:
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Free Music Notes for Enigma - Love Sensuality Devotion: The Greatest Hits Album
Free Music Review: Lame Sappy Drivel.
Hit: 1 Stars
A lot of people like Enigma, and nothing wrong with that, I guess. A lot of people also like Slim Jims. No accounting for tastes. But when I read some of these reviews, in which New-Agey "sensualists" gush on about how Enigma "changed the way we look at pop music" and so on, I feel compelled to write my own review in response.
I mean, come on people. At its very best, Enigma is bland, insipid, uninspired elevator music. If you're looking for something to take the abrasive edge off that Enya record, or you're having a discussion about freshness over flavored instant coffee with your mom and you need a soundtrack, or you just want an album that won't distract you from staring at your wallpaper for hours on end, welcome home.
There's nothing worse than when somebody who is really totally artless develops "artistic pretensions." In the case of Enigma, Michael Cretu exhausted his entire store of creativity with the (itself impossibly lame) hit "Sadeness Pt. 1," and it's all been downhill from there. Either he repeats the exact same formula, in which his mystic electronic schlock is at least marginally held together by repetitive white man's hip-hop beats, or he lifts some exotic miscellanea from a world music CD and backs it with Cirque de Soleil synthesizers, or he tries to actually produce "songs," with, like, singers and lyrics and stuff, but the songs invariably suck, the singers invariably blow - especially when Cretu himself lays down the vocal, yikes - and the lyrics are so bad that it isn't even funny, it's practically vicariously humiliating.
By the way man, not many people know about this, but if you take the initials of the title, it's like he's talking about LSD dude! Oh my god man, wicked. This dude is like on drugs dude! Sweet.
(P.S....OK. I wrote this review based on my memory of Enigma, and really, I wasn't too far off the mark. Having just re-listened to a few tracks at a friend's house, I am willing to amend that the "Sliver" mix of "Age of Loneliness" really isn't too horrible, even with the cheesily-sexy breathy French chick rattling off corny lines addressed to the film's lead character. And "Callas Went Away," although it doesn't appear here, and in spite of the fact that it is likewise bursting with cheese-corn, actually makes me feel like I'm in the middle of some forest sporting around with nymphs and fauns and Yanni. Credit where credit is due.)