Faith Hill
- Faith [Warner Bros., 1998]
- Breathe [Warner Bros., 1999] C+
- Cry [Warner Bros., 2002] C
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Faith [Warner Bros., 1998]
"The Secret of Life"; "This Kiss"
Breathe [Warner Bros., 1999]
Hill's Shania move comes down so far on the wrong side of Bryan Adams it's a wonder she doesn't pop out of her fancy black lingerie--great color choice, gal, no grass stains. Back in the boudoir, she poses for photos, then carefully removes said lingerie so as to "make love all night long." The drums wham-bam her promises home. The guitars make noise without having any fun. How poetic. How precisely what Tim McGraw deserves. C+
Cry [Warner Bros., 2002]
Celine Dion comparisons are too huge to mean a damn thing, but only huge will do. Hill's singing is more "human-scale"--like the female CEO of a Birmingham-based health-maintenance operation. Her drumming rocks--like RoboCop on steroids. She's an SUV that seats five linebackers across, a radio signal that grinds the competition into static, the megabomb they'll drop on anybody who doesn't get liberated on their timetable. At this horrible moment in history, she's American overkill as popular music. One thing you can say for Dion--she's Canadian. C
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