Who is this Girl? What’s True? And if she already Knows it, why tell her? One of those questions is answered within the first few seconds of this album on the title song; a hip-hop “love” anthem with rhapsodic drums, melodic synths, a catchy hook and a weird burping noise panned to the right at every fourth bar.

It’s the best song. The next one, on which he reminds her not to Forget My Number, is the second best. The two are oddly similar with the same drums, which come back later in yet another song. This is cliché pop music produced for the masses, which is ironic because it’s supposed to be just for the Girl.

my rating : 3 of 5

1989