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Soon, all that coolness evaporated too. Rossdale was dismissed as a Kurt Cobain wannabe with limited talent. And then he married someone more famous than him – Gwen Stefani – a singer who capitalised on the attention she received with No Doubt and went on to build a wildly successful solo career. And then the music didn’t really matter so much anymore.
Probably feeling left out and keen to stake his claim as a performer and not just his wife’s arm candy (or perhaps banking on this), Rossdale has released his first solo record, Wanderlust. And he really shouldn’t have.
Wanderlust is a spiritless collection of confessional rock songs that seem to be aiming for the market share currently occupied by Daughtry, Chris Cornell and the like. Rossdale is living a charmed life and makes it clear on just about every sappy love song to his wife.
On "Frontline" he paints himself as a modern-day Superdude, gallantly battling the forces of this crazy world to be the best husband and father he can be. Which is nonsense, of course, since his bank balance and celebrity-by-association offers pretty good insulation against all that stuff. So throw disingenuousness into the pot of criticisms to be thrown at Rossdale and his quest for artistic acknowledgement as well.
Some might call his vocals distinctive, and they are kinda sexy, in a syrupy, innocuous sorta way. Although at some points he sounds suspiciously digitally altered, like it’s a machine singing back at you – which, actually, seems appropriate on an album as vacuous as this.
- Shaheema Barodien
Probably feeling left out and keen to stake his claim as a performer and not just his wife’s arm candy (or perhaps banking on this), Rossdale has released his first solo record, Wanderlust. And he really shouldn’t have.
Wanderlust is a spiritless collection of confessional rock songs that seem to be aiming for the market share currently occupied by Daughtry, Chris Cornell and the like. Rossdale is living a charmed life and makes it clear on just about every sappy love song to his wife.
On "Frontline" he paints himself as a modern-day Superdude, gallantly battling the forces of this crazy world to be the best husband and father he can be. Which is nonsense, of course, since his bank balance and celebrity-by-association offers pretty good insulation against all that stuff. So throw disingenuousness into the pot of criticisms to be thrown at Rossdale and his quest for artistic acknowledgement as well.
Some might call his vocals distinctive, and they are kinda sexy, in a syrupy, innocuous sorta way. Although at some points he sounds suspiciously digitally altered, like it’s a machine singing back at you – which, actually, seems appropriate on an album as vacuous as this.
- Shaheema Barodien
