Monica : Angel of mine

If it were possible to make a record that actually embarrassed your stereo, surely this could do it.

Monica  : Angel of mine

If it were possible to make a record that actually embarrassed your stereo, surely this could do it. It simpers obsequiously out of the speakers, pretty little hands over its face, muttering, "Sorry I haven't got [a]Brandy[/a] with me this time, please like me anyway..." There's no dignity here whatsoever. Just a wash of scrupulously deodorised, drooling synth, over which poor [a]Monica[/a] is required to intone such sickly platitudes as, [I]"Nothing means more to me than what we share"[/I]. Yeeeuch.





To make matters worse, 'Angel Of Mine' isn't even [a]Monica[/a]'s song. It's been nicked from Eternal. [a]Monica[/a] has a voice capable of mingling the velvety sophistication of Whitney Houston with the streetwise gumption of Tracy Chapman, and this is what she ends up

using

it for. Shame. Shame.



April Long

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