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March 17, 2001
SAINTS & SINNERS
By MIKE ROSS
SAINTS & SINNERS All Saints (London-Warner) The gong almost sounded in the second song, All Hooked Up. That's when the generic rapper comes in: "Uh, come on." Cliche alert! As is the line, "Hey, Mr. DJ." Yes, it's here, too. This CD is piled high with cliches. But there was just something about the tune that caught my attention. It continues its relentless disco charms with various sort-of rhymes on the word "ass." Last, class, cash, make up your own! Yes, that was it. Sex. It's a theme that resurfaces repeatedly on the latest, possibly last CD from British quartet All Saints, who do all the necessarily crooning, moaning and convoluted R&B trilling that's so popular these days. In the race to sound like Destiny's Child, this overproduced confection does far better than the Spice Girls' latest CD, but that's not saying much. Track Listing
1. Pure Shores
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