It isn't any sort of coincidence that Jessica Simpson has graced the covers of all three of her major releases. Not only does her blonde haired, blank-faced mug make up the major focal point of each cover, but in fact comprises the only image on the cover. And that's the thing about her latest release, "In This Skin": the album could only be remotely enjoyable if the listener was given the album in the context of no other musical option.
Unmistakably, the album is a sharp veer from Simpson's earlier albums, which include 1999's "Sweet Kisses" and 2001's "Irresistible." That's surprising in itself; the idea that a pop princess could veer sharply in any direction -- all by herself! -- is mildly impressive. Instead of the innocence and somewhat diluted charm of "Sweet Kisses," "In This Skin," true to its title, drips of sex. The newly married Mrs. Lachey announces on the very first song of the album, "Sweetest Sin," that the themes of virginity and chastity in her past work have been entirely shed. It feels voyeuristic, but instead of reflecting any sort of personal insight, feels akin to looking at illicit paparazzi photos in an awkward, too much information sort of way. Or maybe it's more like looking at a car crash.
Not that Simpson is interested in hiding anything. Her new reality show on MTV, "Newlyweds," confirms that Simpson is on an Anna Nicole Smith-esque path to infamy, using her celebrity for all that it's worth without having the stress of any sort of exertion. The world now knows that Simpson is not only a pathetic excuse for a human being, but also a complete slob. Key incident number one: Jessica throws her entire wardrobe over the banister while complaining about the lack of "celebrity maids" in Hollywood society. Life must be rough. Key incident number two: Jessica eats a can of tuna fish, appropriately labeled "Chicken By the Sea." For Jessica, this brand name presents quite the conundrum. Is the meat in question poultry or fish? Don't ask Jessica, because she doesn't know the answer. Though it's hard to believe, this dazzling display of intelligence follows Simpson to the recording studio. Her "real life" confirms what the album suggests