1996 Peter Andre: Flava

And as if to demonstrate the versatility of hip hop, English born, Aussie raised bodybuilder Peter Andre throws his hat into the ring with a tale of getting his groove on at a party in Room 211. But alas, neither nationality has too much pedigree in this genre and Andre's hybrid vocal has rather less meat than is displayed on his pecs. Pitched somewhere between a whine and a groan it shoots 'Flava' with two full barrels of vanilla that put paid to any credibility it may once have had, no matter how many black faced move bustin' homeboys he surrounds himself with in the Venice Beach video. Which kind of sums up 'Flava' to a T; wannabe urban street sounds with enough of a pop hook to both save him from total embarrassment and ensures his white audience aren't alienated but which only serves to give it all the realism and substance of a cheap, plastic Christmas tree. A rap from Cee Lo adds a smidgen of rootsiness, but this 'Flava' does not tayzt of anything much.