Great. Terrible. Revolutionary. Cookie-Cutter. Sustainable. One-Hit Wonder. These are all words and phrases I've heard to describe Carly Rae Jepsen since the release of the chart smashing mega hit, Call Me Maybe, and its follow up, Good Time. It would make sense, then, that many music critics and fans are divided when it comes to the release of the songbirds electro-pop infused sophomore album, Kiss. The reviews are piling in, and it seems that the main subjects on the bad review dockets are: 1) Jepsens voice needing Auto-Tune, and 2) The failure of any songs to include meaningful lyrics. To the first point: Auto-Tune happens. Unless you review (nearly) every single professionally recorded pop album and complain about Auto-Tune, the claim doesnt have much ground to stand on. To the second issue: what did you expect? You listened to an album from the girl that brought us Call Me Maybe. Did you imagine some sort of amazing journey between last February and now that ended with Jepsen realizing that her music didnt mean anything? Didnt think so. An album like Kiss must be looked at for its purpose; that is to say; do you think less of your microwave when it doesnt allow you to watch your favorite television shows? I wouldnt imagine so, because the job of a microwave is to heat up food, not help you watch TV. By the same coin, Kiss is an album aimed at a specific obvious age, and made purely for entertainment, not necessarily to guide you through an epiphany about the meaning of life. Having established the acceptability of Jepsen using Auto-Tune and slightly deviating from the path of Socrates on this album, lets get into the track-by-track review.