Signed in 2005 by will.i.am of Black Eyed Peas/super-producer-who-hasn’t-actually-produced-even-a-half-decent-
record fame, Macy Gray has always been something of an under-achiever, remaining resolutely in the middle of the drivetime-soul road. Her voice has character, certainly, but as long as it keeps being coupled – as on this, her first album in four years – with the same hideously soupy production and unremarkable songwriting that it always has been, she’s destined not to matter. And a guest appearance from Fergie is never going to help anyone.
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