Album of the Week: Chris Cornell's Scream
Cornell's solo albums cratered, and nobody seemed to notice that he penned a pretty decent opening song for a Bond flick; why shouldn't he try his hand at an R&B career? Why shouldn't he write a song about how his woman shouldn't yell at him when they fight ("Scream," a bit too indebted to OneRepublic's "Apologize," which Timbaland also had a hand in), replete with wingman mumblings from the producer?Why shouldn't Cornell insist, while defending himself against accusations of adultery, that "that bitch ain't a part of me"? Why shouldn't there be a guitar-centered tune about femme fatales titled "Watch Out" that uses bad driving as a central metaphor and makes reference to ska dance moves? Why shouldn't Justin Timberlake show up to guest on Bollywood oddity "Take Me Alive? It's all so weird that it actually makes a cosmic sort of sense, and I get the feeling that, in taking this project on, Timbaland just saw an opportunity to paw off some third-rate beats on Cornell for full price. 8 p.m. Sunday, March 29, at Warehouse Live, 813 St. Emanuel, 713-225-5483 or www.warehouselive.com. Sold out.