i realised that SAM did NOT post chris' LONDON CONCERT REVIEW.

this goes to show the BIASNESS that happens on this blog. HERE IS THE CONCERT REVIEW THAT SHOULD HAVE BEEN POSTED.

According to the hype, Chris Brown is the new Michael Jackson - an 18-year-old from the middle of nowhere (tiny Tappahannock, Virginia) who sings, dances, writes and produces. He even helps direct his own videos. His two albums - 2005's self-titled debut and last year's Exclusive - are full of state-of-the-art, hip-hop influenced R&B. Songs like Run It! and Wall to Wall should give Usher a reason to look over his shoulder, but on this evidence, Brown is some way short of being the self-styled "Prince of Pop"; instead, he is just an average dancer, and a singer who frequently can't be bothered to sing.

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Brown would surely be embarrassed if he was not so self-satisfied. The choruses of the songs his fans have come to hear him sing are all on tape - during Say Goodbye and Wall to Wall, he doesn't even bother pretending, the microphone rarely anywhere near his mouth while the lyrics continue to pour from the speakers. He dances, pretty badly, to Umbrella by his rumoured girlfriend/fiancee Rihanna, and even, mind-bogglingly, to Vanilla Ice's Ice Ice Baby. He brings two female fans up on stage for current hit With You, but instead of singing the love song for them, he manages to completely ignore both women even while draping himself around their shoulders, as if scanning the room for someone more exciting.

Brown's fans - many of them no older than the star - have a right to expect more than this sort of shambolic karaoke, yet screams of uncritical delight greet his every pelvic gyration and stumbling soft-shoe shimmy. They seem content to simply be breathing the same air for an hour, rather than demanding that Brown does something worthy of their adulation.