Jordin Sparks, 18, boasts the distinction of being American
Idol’s youngest winner in six seasons. But she’s also the first one to get
passed over for a record deal by Clive Davis’ RCA Music Group. Even though the
Glendale, Ariz.-reared Sparks has a rangy,
Disneystyle voice that Idol judges praised for its maturity, it’s conceivable
that her squeaky-clean MOR persona might have been a serious mismatch for Davis’ edgier approach to
urban crossover.
Sparks’
debut honors that Wal-Martsafe image—and it reeks of generic blandness. Norway’s Stargate crew (of Beyoncé’s 2006
“Irreplaceable”) produces a quarter of the album, and their synths bury the
natural charisma that made Sparks
a weekly Idol favorite. On Bloodshy and Avant’s electro-pop “Shy Boy,” Sparks rejects
dance-floor advances from “fly” and “bad” boys, but she can’t generate the lustiness
required to carry off the sexy club joint. Only “No Air,” a lilting mid-tempo Underdogs-produced
duet with Chris Brown, manages to project a little spunk. Sparks should tear at least one page from the book of labelmate/train wreck Britney Spears, who somehow
gave us one of this year’s most raucous pop albums, bursting with
effervescent, adrenalizing beats. A little TMZ never hurt anybody.
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