First Look: George Michael, "True Faith"

This is George Michael.



He looks disgusted, right?

I have no idea what put him in such a mood. But I can tell you I may have had a similar expression on my face the first time I heard his cover of New Order's "True Faith." I just wasn't a fan of hearing his awesome voice through a vocoder.

But then yesterday I saw the video for the song. And George's face doesn't do this video justice:

Music Review: George Michael, Faith (Deluxe Edition)

I was all ready to write a very sarcastic review of George Michael's Faith, remastered in a new edition close to the 25th anniversary of its original release.

Let's face it – our buddy George is a pretty fun target. First, he made a name for himself as part of Wham!, the pop duo that became eponymous with '80s pop (destined for a short lifespan because of their cheeky use of an exclamation mark in their name). Then he kicked his pal Andrew Ridgely to the curb to make a solo name for himself. His album Faith was released in 1987, shattered records and made every girl in my high school get all swoony. This was back when George's voice was what people talked about, before he decided to start dating in public men's rooms.

Now, we're given this new "Deluxe Edition" of Faith with remastered original tracks, and a bunch of remixes.

Like I said: I was all ready to poke some fun. But truthfully? After giving Faith a listen, this album is pretty damn good. Turns out most of these songs have aged pretty well.

George Michael, "Freedom! '90"

Did you know David Fincher directed this video?

From 1990, here's George Michael's "Freedom! '90."

Enjoy!

Why Can't You Do It? Why Can't You Set Your Monkey Free?

Whoops! Sorry about your building.
RING, RING, RING...

Me: Hello?

George: Hello.

Me: Yes, may I please speak to George Michael, formerly of the smash pop group Wham UK with the monstrously successful solo career?

George: Um, why are you calling? And how did you get this private number?

Me: Oh, don't you worry about that, I have my "ways." I once traveled back in time to warn my twelve-year-old self about the dangers of giving up The Police for Duran Duran, but I digress. Today I'm here to talk about you.

George: I'm intrigued, overly aggressive know-it-all girl. What would you like to talk about?

Me: Well, in the last two years alone, I've read various news stories where you are out and about in London either dozing off in the middle of intersections in your car or driving said car into numerous buildings, seemingly for variety, but I can't be sure. Just yesterday I was reading a magazine and your latest escapade was buried under fifteen blurbs about that freaking Angelina Jolie and her daughter's wardrobe.

I mean, you wrote "Freedom" for Christ's sake!

George: Really?! Buried under a Shiloh Jolie Pitt wardrobe mix and match?

Me: YES! Can you believe that? So if these "little incidents" are some kind of cry for help, you need to step up your game and steal a flaming petrol truck and drive it into the Thames before jumping off singing a rendition of "Careless Whisper."

George: Hmmmmmmmmm.

Me: I was joking George. Listen, you've got a pretty nice life right? I mean, you are a prolific artist with a ton of eternally beloved hits. Jump back over the pond here and go on tour! The English Beat AND Tears for Fears are here this month and they are raking in the adoration and the bucks.

George: So I should stop the low intensity theatrics and get busy jitterbugging and putting the boom boom into the hearts of my millions of fans across the globe?

Me: YES!

George: Right then, well let me drive my car out of this intersection I was sleeping in and get the ball rolling. Tally Ho, and thanks for the advice.

Me: You're welcome George Michael. You know, I put on my "Choose Life" tee shirt from the '80s to make this call?

George: You're losing what little credibility you had now. Do you want me to creep back into the intersection and take another nap?

Me: No, no, never mind. Hope to see you on the road George.

George: CLICK

Me: Great talking to you. Bye bye.

Me: Now, what was Adam Ant's cell?

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