Geez, I'm not sure where the CD's title came from, as the first two cuts are straight from the spleen and bile, well distanced from the heart. In a phrase, this is spoiled-rich-debutante music. Valerie Nicole might be the apple of the horsey set up in Brentwood, but there's little to recommend *From the Heart* otherwise.
Firstly, she plays piano and guitar as though performing for a junior high talent show recital. Then, her vocals aren't bad but neither is there much to speak of: no tremolo, scant inflection, just a follow-the-notes reading in largely tepid arrangements. Next come the lyrics:
I need a man I can fall in love with
…from the opening cut, Misunderstood—a malaprop, as anyone with a brain understands perfectly well what's going on there—and:
You're naive, you're naive, so naive, you're so naive
…from Naive. Now, I'm sure this is great nyah-nyah-nyah fodder for Hanson / Spice Girls / Bratz teenyboppers who can't help but be so blatantly narcissistic, what with the adolescent's brutal influx of hormones and all, but the presentation is standard MOR, so who's the audience really supposed to be? Young snotty prepubescents in Kennebunkport, Pacific Palisades, and Coventry, one would imagine, but I'm not naive nor do I misunderstand, and From the Heart is just plain painful, be it aimed at the Disney Gone Bad set or their yuppie parents. Send this to the Progressive Democrats—it sounds just like the offspring of hyper-capitalist Richie Riches pretending to be Lefties but showing their many flaws and hypocrisies in their children. For that reason alone, the disc has some value.
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