Whitney Houston And Enrique Iglesias
Could I Have This Kiss Forever? (Arista)
Forever? Like, [I]urgh[/I]. The hygiene issues just don’t bear thinking
about. Still, if it puts a stop to their singing, then it should be encouraged –
although, as someone appears to be strangling Enrique here, yet still he
ploughs on, an eternal kiss with Whitney would probably be no barrier to
song. What a professional. What a drag.
Everyone knows that Whitney
Houston‘s personal life has recently taken a turn for the bizarre in a
last-days-of-Rome kind of way, so it’s rather disappointing to hear that this
Latin-tinged, sickly-stringed sob of a ballad is where she’s at musically. If
she’s living[I] la vida loca[/I], she could at least twist some decently deranged
songs out of it. Instead we get an insipid drip of romantic gormlessness and a
catalogue of cliche as deep as a river, as high as a mountain, that you’d
have to be really serotonin-deficient to find affecting. For Christ’s sake, even
[a]Five[/a]’s collaboration with Brian May had more sexual chemistry. And,
brr, just for putting that image in our heads, this record is evil.
Victoria Segal