We are the World 25 is a tragic example of the creative times we live in. Gather a collection of over 70 of the most successful so-called musical talents of the last several decades, all working together for charity to victims of one the greatest catastrophes in recent history, and they can't even write their own song. They rely on a ditty ready-made for the ocassion that wasn't very good the first time it came around. One assumes Lionel Ritchie had to wait 25 years for Michael Jackson to die before he could let anyone beat on this stillborn horse some more. And they can't even sing it! The harmonies are off the entire time. It sounds like a church meeting for the tone deaf when the chorus kicks in and no amount of tremelo can hide it. Auto-tune is cranked up so high throughout the entire production you barely notice when T-Pain chimes in to sing something stupid. Even Jamie Foxx couldn't bring himself to introduce the atrocity without sucking his teeth a few times. If I were Haiti, I wouldn't take the money. It's blood money paid on the murder of Apollo and the Muses.
Or, as Lionel Ritchie put it, "Wow."