The View: Emblem3 “Chloe” Review
At first you wonder “What Am I Watching?” Then Emblem3 starts singing and you can feel every part of your body cringing in disgust. They are good looking boys, but that’s really all they have going for them.
The problem here is that there is no flow. The voices of these three boys don’t fit together well, like the way One Direction‘s members do. They aren’t playing instruments and connecting the way The Jonas Brothers do. They aren’t singing accapella like a boss, the way NSYNC could. And thy certainly aren’t radiating mature coolness, like Backstreet Boys do. Emblem3 is a disgrace to all boy bands.
Emblem3: Nothing To Lose
They performed “Chloe,” a song off of their first album Nothing to Lose. Their so-called swagger could be compared to that of LFO’s “Summer Girls.” It makes about as much sense as the lyrics to that one hit wonder song. The worst part is when they tell the girl they’re singing to that her sister turns everyone on, but she’s the one that they want. Chloe, here’s a piece of advice. When someone sings like that, run. Run away fast and don’t look back.
I noticed that one of the band’s members, even though they all look alike, is clearly the third wheel. When the other two sang together, it sounded decent. But his low notes and tool-like attitude really turned me off. I felt like they were all yelling at me, trying to karaoke to One Direction. They boys bounced around the stage and did their own things, never really listening to each other.
Maybe if they cleaned up, ditched the snapback baseball caps, and pulled their too baggy pants up from around their hips I could take them seriously. Simon Cowell apparently loves these guys, but I couldn’t stand them. The sound was offensive, the act was in shambles, and I don’t know how they could get a hit album out with mass amounts of autotuning. Also, the camera guy for The View needs to stop circling and slow it down. I’m feeling seasick.
A listen of the YouTube video is much more bearable. I can actually stand to listen to this, but still. It’s nothing to write home about.