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Live Review: Ashlee Simpson in T.O.
Simpson sears
By JANE STEVENSON -- Toronto Sun
Ashlee Simpson -- "weighed down" by her microphone battery pack hooked on the back of pants -- might be leaning over in an attempt to keep her trousers up last night on stage during her concert at Massey Hall. (Photo: Craig Robertson, SUN)
TORONTO -- It has been almost six months since the lip-synch that was heard around the world. And Ashlee Simpson, who was caught using a "guide vocal" during her Saturday Night Live appearance last October, addressed the situation early in her sold-out show last night at Massey Hall.
"As you know I've had a hard year but I'm okay with that, and this next song has become my anthem," said the 20-year-old singer while introducing her third tune, Love Me For Me.
Clearly, the majority of screaming, young, female fans in attendance did love Ashlee unconditionally -- as many of their waving placards stated -- even if the rest of us may be wondering how this pretty, raspy-voiced singer has sold over three million copies of her 2004 debut, Autobiography.
It's not that Simpson's pop-rock-lite sound -- reminiscent of every other teen-appealing female singer out there right now -- is that offensive. It's just not that special, and hardly original.
And in a live setting, the music and the singer's weaknesses became even more apparent. (The SNL guide vocal apparently became necessary due to a severe case of acid reflux.)
As part of the hour-long show last night, Simpson did slip in a three-song acoustic set of Giving It All Away, Love Makes The World Go Round, and Hollywood presumably to demonstrate that she was actually singing.
Frankly though, the hardest thing to ignore was Simpson's butt cleavage so clearly on display at the back of her pants, weighed down by a microphone battery pack, as she frenetically ran around the stage. (Memories of Avril Lavigne at the MuchMusic Video Awards anyone?) Simpson, who was making her Toronto concert debut last night, is a wired, hyper performer whose constant hip-shaking resembled a hula dancer on crack when she wasn't running off stage to change into yet another costume. (They ranged from blue fedoras to pink boas.)
And who decided it was a good idea for Simpson, backed by a five-piece band, to tackle songs by two of the most formidable frontwomen of the '80s -- The Pretenders' Chrissie Hynde and Blondie's Debbie Harry -- on Brass In Pocket and Call Me, respectively? Madonna's Burning Up, which followed those two covers, was a better fit.
The younger sister of big-voiced pop diva Jessica, Ashlee Simpson is trying hard to forge her own identity as she herself sings about on the song, Shadow.
It's just that she's so strident in her efforts that any apparent talent evident on hook-filled hits like La La and Pieces Of Me is overshadowed.
It took about two weeks for all 2,500-plus tickets at Massey Hall to be sold, so Simpson is clearly not in the same league as her contemporary Hilary Duff, who sold out two shows at the Air Canada Centre back in January.
Still, given her album sales, don't feel too bad for Simpson.
She has a movie coming out in the summer that was originally called Wannabe but has been renamed Undiscovered -- just like one of the songs she performed last night from Autobiography.
Cross-promotional marketing wins yet again.
http://jam.canoe.ca/Music/2005/03/14/960338-sun.html
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And the good one!
LIVE: Ashlee Simpson Keeps The Acid Down And Sings On Key
Monday March 14, 2005 @ 05:30 PM
By: ChartAttack.com Staff
March 13, 2005
Toronto, ON
Massey Hall
by Brian Wong
Determined to erase the Acid Reflux incident from our collective conscious, the spunky Ashlee Simpson booked herself into theatres for her first headlining tour. But instead of using Toronto’s Massey Hall's hailed acoustics to her advantage, Simpson instead cranked up the volume to distorted arena levels to match the frenzied shrieks of her mostly teenage female audience.
If there's a big voice in that feisty little girl, it was overshadowed by her girlish squeal recalling more Gwen Stefani than Joan Jett, possibly her raven-haired inspiration.
Like most young performers, Simpson prefaced songs with explanations; for example — "This song is about finding your identity," which led into "Shadow," a fan favourite for its less-than-cryptic thoughts on overcoming sibling rivalry.
The excited, glo-stick waving girls in search of their own identities ate it up. During the opening title song from her debut disc Autobiography, the rabid fans stormed the edge of the stage to the chagrin of Massey security who couldn't clear the aisles until a few songs in.
All the crowd wanted was to get close to their pint-sized hero who was clad in tight pinstriped pants and underwent a few costume changes during the 50-minute set. Yellow silk-screened tee? Check. Pink feather boa? Yes. Gothic black-and-gold robe from the set of Interview With The Vampire? Uh huh.
When you're 20, the world is still a fashion show and you've got to strut, which is pretty much what Simpson did during songs like "Nothing New," the encore sing-along for her hit "Pieces Of Me" and the '80s-sounding "Surrender" (enhanced by inserting the opening of Hole's "Celebrity Skin" at the midway point). Energetically zipping left and right, employing karate kicks, tossing her jet-black hair, jiggling her butt and showing off some ass-crack, Simpson has the performance part of her act down pat.
But she still can afford some better sound as well as a deeper mini-acoustic set — which contained unexplainable shortened versions of "Giving It All Away" and "Love Makes The World Go Round." A later medley of '80s hits, including The Pretenders' "Brass In Pocket," Blondie's "Call Me" and Madonna's "Burning Up," was fun, though Simpson is still far, far away from meeting Chrissie Hynde's smoldering rock sexiness.
Meanwhile Simpson's openers are threatening their own breakthroughs. Philadelphia's Pepper's Ghost are, like, a real indie retro-rock band with some wiry vocals that recall the Beatles and David Bowie, while co-frontman Michael Montesano has obviously been studying his Mick Jagger and Iggy Pop stage moves. They also have very good hair.
But the surprise of the night was Boston's The Click Five, a quintet of fresh-faced kids who might incite the same kind of mania as their Fab Four heroes. Snappily dressed in black suits, black ties and pink shirts, the group churned out some irresistible, Ash-like power-pop filled with melodic hook after hook, such as synth-happy nuggets like "Pop Princess." They even covered — holy crap! — Tiffany's "I Think We're Alone Now"; any band who does that has got to be awesome. The Click are like That Thing You Do! come to life, and the members should have nicknames and trading cards any minute now.
http://www.chartattack.com/DAMN/2005/03/1420.cfm
Reading your review just makes me want to go even more. 
