Forget About My Errors

In fairness to Chris Brown, the roaming crap-show that is “F.A.M.E.” isn’t entirely his fault. Plagued by that infamous Rihanna incident, he tried to continue forward and make music for his fans, hence the acronym, “Fans Are My Everything.”  

But it’s hard to appreciate the music of a singer, who in interviews (especially the recent Robin Roberts debacle), is often smug and surly, especially on the topic of Rihanna. Maybe I’m delusional, but Rihanna certainly doesn’t seem that way, and she’s the one with the bruises.  

Apart from all of that, the music of “F.A.M.E.” is at turns crude and at others desperate. Brown, understandably feeling he has something to prove, enlists top-notch production on half-baked tracks like “Love Them Girls” and “Bomb.” On every song, he is a self-proclaimed Lothario a la fellow R&B crooner, The-Dream, but Brown’s lovelorn come-ons quickly become turn-offs.

Check out “No Bullshit,” where Brown promises to “Give it to you all night/No bullshit.”
What a mood ruiner.