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Chris Brown – Fortune

(RCA) UK release date: 2 July 2012

Chris Brown didn’t need to be rehabilitated by the music industry, because it generally agreed that beating up his girlfriend was, you know, no big deal. Fortune is his latest record and it will sell like gangbusters, with the delightful Mr Brown appearing on mainstream TV shows and radio. His PR people ensure interviewers don’t mention the unpleasantness. We’re meant to focus on Brown’s art and not his amateur woman-boxing career.

Brown’s music is passable in its genre. He makes slick radio-friendly R&B bolstered by his ability to dance a bit like Jacko. Fortune is neither good nor bad; it is product. The issue is that we have a problem with Brown continuing to be able to hawk his product on such a grand scale through major labels when he so publicly attacked a woman and has failed to really change his ways, with repeated altercations and unpleasant incidents dogging his passage through life.

When Brown attended a course essentially dedicated to why it’s bad to punch, bite and choke a loved one, he boasted about receiving his certificate like a suburban dad who has done well at his cooking evening class. That is the problem with both Brown as a human being and his recorded output. Fortune, like the records that came before it, is not a mea culpa from a more reflective man but a ziggurat of posturing from a rather poisonously entitled and empowered young man.

Brown seems to have the famous Balotelli t-shirt slogan – “Why is it always me?” – written straight through his existence like he’s a meaty piece of Brighton rock. What he seems to be unable to grasp is that he makes himself more of a villain with every pronouncement, every self-justifying posture and preen.

The history of music is littered with men who have been abusive, from Ike Turner to John Lennon. What they did was unacceptable but was not so publicly discussed as it is now. Additionally, Ike and Lennon created genuinely revelatory pieces of music while Brown simply delivers slick and functional product to slot into radio playlists.

Fortune is the kind of record that will please Brown’s many deluded female fans, but we cannot with good conscience give it a single star. The music and the man cannot be separated. Having violently assaulted someone he was meant to care about and repeatedly acted in an aggressive manner in public, Brown is a danger to himself and others.

Buying Brown’s music and feeding his ego is simply enabling him to dismiss his critics as h8rs. Well we do hate what Chris Brown represents and that’s why this review has been so personal: personal matters when millions of boys and girls see Chris Brown still lauded despite his refusal to deal with his destructive and violent tendencies.

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  • Mr. Wright, next time you will fancy yourself as a “music critic”, please focus on the music. If I would like to read about your moral code, I will gladly follow you on twitter or similar networks.
    Not only this isn’t a music review, it’s also a badly written piece. You even contradict yourself in various instances.

    “The music and the man cannot be separated”.
    But, a few lines above, you write.
    “Additionally, Ike and Lennon created genuinely revelatory pieces of music while Brown simply delivers slick and functional product to slot into radio playlists.”

    The underlying tone of this quote implies that you think: “hey, but they are music legend, so it’s ok”.

    “What they did was unacceptable but was not so publicly discussed as it is now.”

    Another bright piece of stupidity.What they did wasn’t discussed by the public so it’s ok?

    You try hard to form a justification that should explain us why Brown music must be evaluated according to the singer personality, while other instances of music by domestic abusers can be described as ” genuinely revelatory pieces of music” without fear of appearing morally reprehensible.
    Your motives, in the end, are just bad, vague, airy: a mess.

    So, if you want to continue through your path as the Music Righteous Knight and not look like a hypocrite, I’ll wait for your next review of a Dr.Dre album. And I hope I’ll read a lesson in morality like this. Something along the lines of “This juiced up meathead keep spewing stock samples-sounding beats, but those aren’t the beats we will focus on; we will focus another type of “beating” by Dre, the one against a defenseless woman in 1990″.

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