The metaphor is difficult to miss: Mariah Carey is the
beautiful butterfly finally freed from her cage and allowed to
spread her wings and fly on her own.
This, of course, refers to her recent separation from her
much-older (and reportedly controlling) husband, Tommy
Mottola, who also happens to be CEO of her record
company Sony Music.
Butterfly, however, is not the declaration of independence that, say, Janet Jackson's Control
was.
True, Carey strives for some street cred by penning some libidinous lyrics and collaborating
with current R&B golden boy Sean "Puffy" Combs -- they manage to turn up the heat but fail to
squeeze out sparks.
The album's opener and best track, Honey, is only a polite bump-and-grinder. What follows
are more tepid R&B grooves, her trademark cream-puff ballads and a virtual Xerox copy of
Prince's Beautiful Ones, all sung in a sweet coo that's more coquettish than ravenous.
Yes, the cage is open, but this butterfly hasn't flown far.
Sunday, September 21, 1997; By DAVE VEITCH - Calgary Sun
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