This came out in 1998 – or at least that’s when I got it. Here’s what I said about it back then (with some minor editing):
Pras Michel’s CD is the latest in a lengthy line of Fugees solo releases. It’s also the lamest — but not for the reason you might think.
If you thought Wyclef Jean and Lauryn Hill were self-indulgent, think again: Pras starts with a choir singing Hallelujah, ends with a soloist belting Amazing Grace, and includes dozens of sycophantic voice-mails from VIP well-wishers like Donald Trump. It would be unbearable if not for what’s between all the drivel — a dozen tracks of the seamlessly flowing urban soul typified by the Bee Gees-inspired title cut. The music is killer — but there’s too much filler.
