Bleu cries for the real world

Morning breaks over Bleu's Creek. There sits dejected Bleu on the deck, gazing at the sunrise. Last night his girlfriend dumped him. Read the lines of depression and frustration in his face. Then from nature's quiet, an acoustic guitar crescendos. In comes a melodic, slightly lost voice, singing words that rhyme. Welcome to Bleu's Redhead. With just enough distortion so as not to scare all the little girls away, Bleu has penned ballads that are more prone to the "Real World"/"Road Rules" episodes (four tracks have been used for those shows already) than to playing on anyone's CD player. Hearing about how much Bleu misses his ex, wants her back, loves her or how she doesn't understand gets old quick. With basic song structures and boringly sappy lyrics, Redhead will leave listeners dosing without enough energy to run to the store to pick up some tissues. The only thing that makes this album remotely amusing is his occasional out of place lyrics/ chords in an album that's trying to fit in to the well-crafted pop world. But Bleu says it best himself in "Trust Me," he's not afraid of playing overdone love songs. Maybe he was just trying to make a concept album for post-breakup, melodically mediocre depression.