Rock.com Review:
Geri Halliwell's Schizophonic
Spice No More
The more things change
the more things stay the same, or so the old saying goes.
For Geri Halliwell-- the only Spice Girl to have enough
'girl power' to walk away
from her previous multi-million dollar merchandising
hype machine-- the change
isn't much. After a little over a year's absence from
the music scene Schizophonic
finds her returning to work with songwriters Watkins
and Wilson and producer
Absolute, the same team who were responsible for half
of the songs on the Spice
Girls' previous albums including 'Stop', 'Naked', and
'Who Do You Think You
Are', and with these key players in common, it shouldn't
be much of a surprise that
Schizophonic's dancy, funky, and theatrical tracks
are pretty similar to Spice
material. Made for radio singles 'Bag It Up', 'Mi Chico
Latino', 'Let Me Love
You', and 'Look At Me' are packed bumper to bumper
with sugar coated beats,
vampy horns, and Halliwell's girlish tones but the
really intriguing items are songs
like 'Walkaway' and 'You're in a Bubble' where with
lyrics like 'Big mouth, big
money,...rich bitch,...where's your heart, did you
sell that too?' Halliwell would
seem to comment on her Spice departure. Interestingly
enough, you'll also find
inside the 'Official Information Line' for Geri's fan
club - but be advised, it will cost
you 50 pence a minute to call. Did I say that the more
things change, the more they
stay the same?-- alt-rock editor Erin Amar
Rolling Stone
Geri Halliwell: Schizophonic (Capitol)
out of five
As the allegedly least talented of the Spice Girls -- sort of
the Ringo
of the group, or the Zac -- Geri Halliwell has a lot to prove
on her
solo debut. Can she stand on her own? Can she sing? Can she come
up with a snappy new mantra? Schizophonic is more Girl Chutzpah
than Girl Power. Geri seems intent on being all spices: sweet,
salty,
flirty, bossy. "Mi Chico Latino" is her impeccably timed
contribution
to the Latin-pop phenom, complete with awkwardly pronounced
Spanglish; "Let Me Love You" has a Middle Eastern intro
and
electric sitar, while "Sometime" offers a canned-sounding
gospel chorus. "Lift Me Up" is simple,
effervescent pop. (Imagine several incarnations of Madonna compressed
into one album: "La
Isla Bonita," "Shanti/Ashtangi," "Like a Prayer,"
"Cherish.") Geri's voice is flat and unsyncopated
-- she puts syllables in the darnedest places between the beat
-- but it has a surprising,
undeniable charm. She's like a really enthusiastic impersonator,
so anxious to win you over that
you give in. Schizophonic doesn't reveal any hidden talents. We
always knew Geri would hang
onto the pop landscape for dear life. Hey, let her. (RS 816-817)
KAREN SCHOEMER
SonicNet
Geri Halliwell: Schizophonic
(Capitol)
by: Kevin John
Ginger was my favorite Spice because she took Girl Power to heart.
And
from making $1 a year as a United Nations goodwill ambassador
to
going it alone as Geri Halliwell, she seems to have kept the faith.
But I still
think Sporty is just plain more interesting, if not the most talented
Spice.
Underneath her every Tae-Bo move, there seemed to be a tinge of
melancholy that made me want to know her more. So I always thought
she would be the first to release "The Introspective Solo
Album" 10 years
down the line. Somewhat unsurprisingly, then, the only thing that
Schizophonic tells me is that
history happens a little bit faster nowadays.
"I want people to know me on
a deeper level," Halliwell says about her solo debut. "I
ripped out
my heart and squeezed it into the lyrics." Now I feel sorry
for George Michael, who let Former
Spice stay at his pad in L.A. for three months. Because knowing
Geri at this deeper level
demonstrates that she's rather dull. Maybe she hasn't learned
yet how to express herself outside
of slogans or cliches, but songs like "Goodnight Kiss"
and "Bag It Up" plug into the Girl Power
mode with an automatism that bespeaks pandering rather than wanting
to convey lived-in
experiences. And anti-loneliness elixirs like "Lift Me Up"
and "Let Me
Love You" could have been written by a random Hallmark card
generator.
The first track and single, "Look
At Me" is the only good cut on the
album. It's a cosmopolitan shimmy-shake that shows Geri having
fun with the myriad personas
she's adopted since "Wannabe." At one point, the music
drops out and the song gets all heavy
and symphonic, real Garth Brooks-like. You think she's being way
too pretentious about getting
you to look at the "real" Geri. But just as her voice
swells to heights of self-importance, railing
against "white lies," she lets out a laugh that says
as much about gender as performance as any
cut on Live Through This. And then it goes back to shimmy-shakin'.
Everything else is as predictable
as the watered-down disco/syrupy ballad filler on a Spice Girls
album. Maybe a soundbite specialist or gossip hound can find honest
appraisals of her time as a
Spice in lyrics such as "Kiss the new world," from the
song "Lift Me Up," or "Been holding back
for years," from the song "Walkaway". But the rest
of us will be too
bored to notice.
Wall of Sound
Geri Halliwell: Schizophonic
(Capitol)
by: Daniel Durchholz
Scrape off the makeup, peel off that British-flag bustier, and
kick off those
monstrous platform shoes, and the artist formerly known as Ginger
Spice is
ready to take on the world. But is the world ready for
or more
accurately, will it care about a freshly scrubbed Geri
Halliwell, blond
now instead of redheaded, and attitudinally demure, as opposed
to the
showy tart who was always screeching "girl power" and
pinching the Prince
of Wales' bum? That, as Shakespeare once said, is the question.
On Schizophonic, Halliwell attempts
to break with the past, but without moving so far afield as
to erode her fan base, which surely must have believed that if
her split with the Spice Girls didn't
mark the end of the line for the allegedly 26-year-old singer,
her gig as a Goodwill Ambassador
to the United Nations did. The album was produced by the Bristol
duo Absolute, who had
worked with the Spices, so there's a familiar, broad-based pop
feel to the disc, but it's
decidedly more low-key than anything the group ever recorded.
"Look at Me" is a big, brassy
opener that sounds like James Bond film music, while "Mi
Chico Latino" is a Spanish-flavored
dance number, a sort of poor man's take on Madonna's "La
Isla Bonita." Her voice is
full-bodied and appealing on the ballad "Lift Me Up,"
but the tune is lightweight and insignificant.
On the other hand, "Walk Away," which finds Halliwell
fronting a 60-piece orchestra, is stiff,
studied, and overblown.
The slinky "Goodnight Kiss"
is something we'd have expected from Ginger Spice, but that's
meant in a pejorative sense. "Bag It Up," however, sounds
like something out of the Spice Girl
songbook, but in a good way it's a retro-disco romp that's
forgettable fun, but fun
nonetheless. Other tracks, such as "Let Me Love You,"
with its touches of sitar, and "You're in
a Bubble," which finds Halliwell working herself into a lather
about the hassles of fame, find her
overreaching a bit. In fact, a lot. But at least she's reaching.
After all, as hard as it is being a
caricature of a pop star, it can't be too easy throwing all that
away and trying to become the real
thing.
Amazon.com
While hardly a masterpiece on the order of "Say You'll Be
There," the former Ginger Spice's step
into the solo arena does an acceptable job of refashioning her
into a "grownup" diva. Generally
underdeveloped material doesn't help, but the thin-voiced Halliwell
acquits herself well enough on
some pop-funk numbers and when tweaking the sort of '60s high
camp of which Robbie Williams
has been so fond. --Rickey Wright