There are two Bruce Springsteens: the tortured poet whose songs encapsulate the plight of the working man with the eloquence and poignancy it deserves, and then there is his commercially viable alter-ego, who churns out disposable pop jingles for the drunken masses.
Unfortunately, on latest album Working On A Dream, Spruce Bringsteen rears his ugly head once again, for a shameless collection of radio fodder destined for Top 40 purgatory.
As infectious as it may be, “My Lucky Day” lacks the heart and substance of his previous work, but of course, none of that will stop every music critic from sh*ting themselves with school girl delight.
The album’s only saving grace is the inclusion of the Oscar nominated theme song “The Wrestler”, from the exceptional movie of the same name.
Correction: The last time around, I mistakenly identified the aforementioned album as a Wal-Mart exclusive, when in fact it was a greatest hits compilation that was the abomination in question.