Lindsay Lohan is a hot property these days. Bounding from controversy to controversy, film to film, and to feud to feud (Paris and Hillary), she can’t seem to stay out of the limelight. In fact, Kris has accurately stated Lohan is the millenial answer Tiffany, the white trash singer who took on Debbie Gibson back in the day.
Anyways, Lohan’s latest, A Little More Personal (Raw) is the followup to her prevoious album, Speak. Speak was interesting in an old school Liz Phair sort of way. The songs were vaguely familiar, sounding quite like the work of other better bands, and the bonus track, Rumors, was a genuinely catchy. This time, however, even her inflated chest cannot counteract the flatness of her singing.
Like the mating of cats accompanied by fingernails on a blackboard, Lohan belts out cover after seeming cover (I Want You to Want me and the deja vu feeling IfIt’s Alright), followed by insipid love song and familial exposee (Confessions of a Broken Heart(Daughter to Father)). I wanted to say “C’mon Lindsay, you’re nineteen and rich. Come back when you’ve experienced life.” Track after track I found myself skipping, save for the decently rocking Black Hole and Who Loves You. These have some pretty nice background tracks, with respectable guitars and assorted whatsits that more than make up for the raspy protestations from the center channel. But, alas, two good songs do not a good album make. I Live for the Day, Fastlane, Edge of Seventeen — all are trash. A Little More Personal (Raw) does come with a thick insert of Lohan photos, complete with the requisite sexy photos, but hey, that’s what the internet’s for.
A Little More Personal (Raw) is far from a good album. Hell, it’s far from being even a mediocre album. I guess the mest positive thing I can say is, “At least I didn’t waste any money on it” (Thanks City of Mountain View Public Library). For the rest of you, stay far far away, unless you’re looking to add yet another embarrassing coaster to your CD collection.

Lohan’s a piece of shit, but she looks nice. Shitty nice.
The thought of you actually sitting down and attempting to listen to this album is hilarious.
And now I blame you for listening to it (on the internet though).
I found “Confessions” to be sobering, and an almost success, like if the lyrics were a little better, the singing a little better, i would have been moved.
I found “Black Hole” to not really rock that hard, and I noticed how much they buried her vocal during the chorus, like the fairly standard studio backing was the highlight.
And now after three songs, the cover of “I Want You To Want Me” made me laugh. Since I have plastic stitched into the inside of my nose, laughing hurts, so I think I will stop now.
I do give her credit for co-writing most of it, even though thanks (or no thanks) to people like Ashlee Simpson for that. Actually Lohan uses one half of Ashlee’s songwriting team for her albums too. Go figure.
But all credit aside, this is obviously an album not worth listening to. Reviewing this is like an unnecessary exercise in torture. It’s like you’re Hemingway and you’re going to war so you can write about how awful it is. Surely nobody that checks out dreamlogic was actually planning on buying this one. Well, Chris, let’s hope not. But at the very least, I applaud your stamina.
Oh, and I believe she was also in a feud with Ashlee Simpson over Wilmer Valderrama…what a waste.
Let’s just be glad that she only played twins in “The Parent Trap”.
Speaking of Lohan, this producer just sent a hate filled letter to her. See it here