1, 2 & 3. This.....................There's something impossibly irritating about this album. Perhaps it's that - at a guess - Ms Carey has little to no acquaintance with the physics of mass-energy equivalence. Or that - again, guessing - all these waspy songs are about Mariah's lost loves, lost marbles, and lost right forearm, and in no way relate to special relativity.
Another contender: even if we granted that 'MC' were a witty take on the diva's initials, there's still half a fucking equation that remains to be explained.
I like to think that the 'E' stands for 'enterostomy', whence the album's genesis.
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