Let’s be very blunt – you can’t turn shit into gold. Everyone knows this except, it seems, the producers behind this album of very ordinary Michael Jackson cast-offs.
Produced to within an inch of its life in an attempt to wring another hit album out of MJ, five years after his death, the songs here are turgid, boring and forgettable – everything MJ wasn’t. This reviewer intends to pretend this ‘new’ release never happened and enjoy MJ’s excellent back catalogue instead.
Oh, and a song called Do You Know Where Your Children Are? Seriously? (PH)