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Minh Hang’s “Heo Xinh” from the movie “Ngoi Nha Hanh Phuc” is a million times better than her debut album. Love the dancing!

No matter how horrible my day has gone, this song always seems to relax me and put my mind at ease. Luu Hong’s serene voice fits perfectly with the comforting lyrics.

I’m not afraid to admit it. I totally dig Dam Vinh Hung. I love his voice, his song selection, and even his flamboyant persona.

The man’s got balls, big balls. An archetypical of a great artist, he never shies away from being different and constantly reinvents his style.

He’s sung every genre imaginable.

He’s played with “nhac Trinh.”

He’s crossed over to “nhac sen.”

He’s even tried “cai luong.”

And in a bolder move, he’s incorporated homosexuality into his music videos.

I have never seen such bravery being displayed in any Vietnamese entertainer. Love him or hate him, one must respect the man’s artistry and ability to stay on top of his game after all these years.

I am thoroughly enjoying this duet by Thanh Tuyen and Khanh Ly.

This is not a review of Luu Bich’s latest album The Best of Luu Bich. God no. I have better things to do with my time than listen to 15 lame tracks from one lame vocalist.

I just find it funny how Vietnamese productions so loosely throw around the terms “best of” and “greatest hits.”

A singer can drop 2 albums in his career and his third release will be a greatest hits.

A few of the worst vocalists in music like Luu Bich and Bao Han have the balls to release “best of” albums as if they are some kind of music legends.

Give me a break. And stop wasting my hard drive space, because I’d still download it just to complete my collection.*

*Disclaimer: The above statement is not an admission of music piracy. It should be construed as a poorly executed humor from an overworked pharmacist.

I’m not a homophobic. I’m all for bromance, brotherly love, and male-to-male bonding.

But it seriously grosses me out whenever I see 2 adult males, standing about a foot apart, looking directly at each other while singing the most intimate lyrics.

I just can’t imagine myself singing “mười năm cách biệt, mười năm thương nhớ thấy thương nhau phút này” while staring into another boy’s eyes.

I guess that’s why I’m a pharmacist and not a professional singer. Whenever I stare at another male’s eyes, it’s either to tell him he’s out of refills or that I will not fill his Oxycontin script written by an ER doctor from Canada.

Listening to Quynh Vi’s solo debut Vui Sau Trai Tim Buon is like getting head from a blow up doll. She just can’t quite get you there, leaving you desperately wanting the real thing. In “Yeu Khong Hoi Tiec,” her vacuous delivery makes you long for Minh Tuyet’s passion. In “Xin Thoi Gian Ngung Troi,” she barely puts her mouth around it, while Thien Kim would probably swallow it whole. She performs like an amateur in the techno inflected “Huong Thom Diu Ky.” By the time the last note in the terribly harmonized “Du Tinh Suong Khoi” falls, you just wanna bitch slap the screaming idiot and throw her to the dogs. After all, her plastic vocal is as gratifying as a blow up doll.

Goddamn this chick sucks. Her range is so limited she has to resort to her belt voice on any note higher than the middle C. It seems as though the tone deaf singer squeals through the entire album in double accidentals. That’s how bad it gets. Her vocal is flatter than diet water and drier than a virgin’s clitoris. She totally and completely lacks expressiveness. Believe it or not, there are people who actually enjoy listening to this crap. Sad.

Is it just me or has Ngoc Ha gotten an upgrade?

Duc Tuan got balls. In Music of the Night, the man tries to cover some of the most popular songs from some of the most celebrated musicals. Sadly, in the entire album, his bravery is the only thing worthy of applause. He seriously lacks tonal variation and vocal embellishment inherent in every musical piece. His story telling sucks. In “Man of La Mancha,” he makes the valiant Don Quixote sound like a salad-tossing queer. In “Memory,” his note transition and phrasing run all over the place and blob together more like a bad amnesia than memory. Music of the Night may be a treat for die-hard Duc Tuan fans, but musical lovers definitely won’t be asking for an encore from this performer.