Before I get to the thesis statement of this post as described above, let me just say this: We have it on every confidence that singer/songwriter Mutlu is a bona fide, certified, undeniably NICE GUY. A sweet guy. A guy who wants music to HEAL you. I also know that for many, his lite soul confection is like a warm summer rain at an end-of-the-rainbow BBQ with your best friends and some other sweet, sweet people you’re just getting to know. But none of those people read Philebrity, and we don’t traffic in dreams here, people, and it really is just this simple: Mutlu is awful and makes me want to kill myself. He is everything punk rock was created to destroy. He’s like what would happen if you mashed up the Blues Traveller guy with the Jamiroquai guy. He is the male Edie Brickell. And the more “Livin’ It,” his new single gets spun on WXPN — who made a deal with the Demographic Devil back in 1990 to play anyone and everyone who sounds like Mutlu — the more I begin to think that I may have a heart as cold as one thousand dead crows. I don’t want sympathy. I don’t care if you love or hate the music of Mutlu. I know what I know, and I know this: Mutlu is awful and makes me want to kill myself.
I just needed to get that off my chest. Back to work now.

This entry was posted on Tuesday, August 12th, 2008 at 11:38 am.