Flo Rida review

New release. Flo Rida’s Only One Flo (part 1) reeks of desperation. This is a failing attempt to feed empty tracks through the airwaves. Sloppy noise, like bright pink mushy peas, this albums lacking any temptation or urge to make my hips move. My thoughts are with the diehard clubbers having to make some sense out of this with their bodies. Not a total car crash, Club Can’t Handle Me is on my IPod and its positively buzzing. No really it is sneakily uplifting. Evidently his ideas stopped flo-ing ( Sorry I couldn’t resist) After his number 1 hit Low  back in 2007 and scoring with Right Round, it’s obvious now that he’s in the backseat of this car whilst his guest rapper is in the passenger seat and his producers behind the wheel. His ability to manufacture ‘hit songs’ without any direct role or effort is impeccable, especially when you name drop the infallible combo of Dr.Luke, Max Martin and Benny Blanco or Ludacris and Gucci Mane or David Guetta and The-Dream. Can anybody add spice to this bland material? His predictable variety of repetitive back beats, auto-tuned sing along vocals and ribbons of rap remind me of that girl pulling out all her sexiest moves to catch the boys eyes, failing miserably, this album is a verification that Flo Rida is just as disposable.