Review Summary: God bless his/her heart.
In today’s music scene it seems almost anyone can put out an album no matter how bad. This is just a commonly accepted fact unfortunately because no matter how ***ty the album is someone somewhere will buy it. This wonderfully glam cross-gendered human being nicknamed Jeffree Star hopped right on this bandwagon too. The pink weaved Star gained the majority of his fame through the scene girl club located on Myspace.com where he released sexually electronic songs with filthy lyrics such as one of his first Myspace hits, Ice Cream
, and it’s not about the desert. After two EP Star was ready to release his first full-length album, putting delight in the hearts of his devoted Myspace fan base, and making everyone else slap their face in shame.
This friends, is Beauty Killer.
The album begins with a new song never before heard by Jeffree Star fans called Get Away With Murder
featuring a unbelievably cliché beat with no originality in music or words. “I’m gonna break your heart and get away with murder/I should have known from the start it wouldn’t last forever,” As with the whole album Get Away With Murder
has Star singing in such a flat range it feels like your ears really are being murdered; and he’s getting away with it.
Just looking at many of the song names of this album anyone with a decent taste for proper music can see that these lyrics will be awful. Some of the crown jewels of this category are Louis Vuitton Body Bag
, Love Rhymes With *** You
, and the lovely Fame, Riches, Rehab Bitches
. The first Louis Vuitton Body Bag
opens with the lines, “Stab you with scissors/lets hold hands/blew out my birthday candles/wish that you were dead.” This time Star sings with a deep rhythmic tone that sounds more like a bad Marilyn Manson impersonation, and uses a beat that sounds oddly familiar to every single beat on Beauty Killer.
Love Rhymes With *** You
is what Jeffree calls his “club song” as it features repetitive lyrics over a loud thunderous beat, focusing more on what he considers music than the singing. Thank god for that. The beat is extremely heavy in terms of bass so it just overpowers everything else making every other part of this song obsolete. When it really comes down to it though, everything on this album is obsolete except for one tiny part of the song Lollipop Luxury
. In the bridge of Lollipop Luxury
Nicki Minaj takes over and easily makes this song better with her rap flair that Star likes it pretend he has. Minaj comes in with her sass with, “I'm a super super star on Hollywood Blvd/And I can make all of the boys come to my yard/You see Jeffree, I can show you how to do it,” and boy can she show him. Unfortunately, Minaj’s part is cut short and Jeffree takes back the spotlight with the chorus. [b]*** me/ I’m a celebrity,” need I say more?
And you thought this couldn’t get worse?
The whip cream topping of this album of horror is the closing track, Queen of the Club Scene
, this is Stars first attempt at trying to sing in a soft and happy manner. It begins with a 80’s type beat with Stars unbearably flat voice sung with absolutely no range. So many effects are placed on the vocals it sounds like a retro robot singing rather than Star, which in this case is probably better than his real voice.
“'Cause I'm the Queen of the Club Scene
And they love me
'Cause I keep the bass turned it
It's beating on my heart strings
And they all sing
That they love the way I move
Now the club is hot and you're colder than ice
If you want a shot, better take it tonight
Whoa, whoa, whoa
And if you see me there when I walk on by
I will come to you when the time is right
Whoa, whoa, whoa”