REVIEW: Bebe Rexha – Expectations

Bebe Rexha feels like one of those new pop stars that we somehow feel like we’re being bludgeoned into liking without any real merit. After the Girls debacle, is there anything in Expectations to talk us round from thinking she isn’t just another stream-bait artist who’ll be forgotten soon?

Honestly, no there isn’t. From the over-sung opening track Ferrari (“I’m a Ferrari, pulled over Mulholland Drive” – you what, fam?) to the appropriately titled and ever-so-nasal I’m A Mess, you could argue that Bebe Rexha is the worst of pop at the moment. Every chord, melodic shift, and drop is utterly predictable, barely held together by someone who seems as memorable as a teaspoon.

As if that wasn’t bad enough, Quavo comes along to ruin 2 Souls further while every single line on Shining Star makes us want to put our ear through a NutriBullet. More to the point – as exhibited by her verse on Girls – Bebe Rexha has literally nothing to say. The songs blend into one long vocoded monotone, as if someone took the already-bad Anne-Marie album, set it on fire, and then recorded the resultant noise in a studio.

There is one good track on this album. One. And I Got You certainly doesn’t justify the money and resources being ploughed into an act that just doesn’t bring enough to the table in terms of performance or songwriting. Bebe Rexha is an example that pop positions these days have to be earned, and she’s a long way from measuring up to any sort of expectations of being in the big leagues.

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