Dancey beats straight off the pop production line combine with irritatingly catchy choruses to produce a result barren of creativity but one that will nevertheless stick firmly in the listener’s head.
While on her previous album, Duff admonished her exes for treating her poorly, here she offers herself up to potential lovers with the vaguely sinister line in My Kind: “Won’t you just take me down, for you I’m the perfect target.” It’s troubling to think young girls may soon be screeching these words into pretend hairbrush microphones. Unfortunately Duff’s microphone was all too real.
