Unbiced

When Bo Bice put out his first album after Idol, I coined the word “biced” for what was done to him: Overproduction to the point of ruining the music and limiting sales.

I got Deb his new album for her birthday.  Based on a single listen, some of which I missed, it’s a vast improvement, and is exactly what we had expected of Bo in the first place.  Rock.  Southern rock.  Shaken, not stirred.  The real thing, this time.

Oddly enough, it stuck me in places as a cross between Taylor Hicks and Chris Daughtry, perhaps with a little Bucky Covington thrown in.  Taylor’s album was better than his sales would imply, and it makes sense that two guys from the same area would remind me of each other.  Of course, Taylor’s album hasn’t held up as well and grown on me the way Daughtry’s has, and I’d put my ranking of them something like Daughtry, Pickler, Covington, and then Hicks.  (If “Daughtry” is added to a spell checker, shouldn’t the spell checking algorithm be able to grasp “Daughtry’s” as the same word rendered possessive?  Spell checkers ought to be more adaptive that way.  And I am still not sure I appreciate having Firefox check my spelling.) I would have to listen to Bo’s new one more before I could rank it against those.  His first would be at the bottom; pleasant enough, but indistinct and unmemorable.

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