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ALBUM REVIEW: Ariana Grande- My Everything

For some, it might be hard to look at the music of someone like Ariana Grande objectively. Separating a big pop star from the context and hype (or anti-hype) around them can be difficult to do. Especially when their presence is absolutely unavoidable. I mean, for a guy who rarely listens to the radio, Problem and that Lady Marmalade-lite song [Bang Bang] have been inescapable for the past few months. However, of all the pop stars being constantly jammed down our throat, Grande’s subdued Mariah Carey act has easily been one of the most palatable. Despite some gracelessness with the aggressive sexualization of her image in promoting her sophomore record (Something that, while inevitable with any woman awkwardly trying to abandon Dickney fame, luckily hasn’t been botched to Miley Cyrus degrees), Grande has managed to actually show off some talent. It’s obvious the girl can out-sing plenty of her contemporaries, and she tends to have an ear for decent production. While her debut Yours Truly was a mixed bag, there were some undeniable slices of pop goodness tucked between the forgettable songs (I still unashamedly play The Way every now and then) My Everything is a predictably competent step in the right direction for the next big thing.

Aside from Grande’s obvious vocal chops, the former Nickelodeon starlet has consistently proven she has a knack for picking decent producers and songwriters. Even her more underwhelming songs have some refreshing mixing on them. Be My Baby isn’t exactly memorable, but the song’s production mixes some smooth R&B sounds and pop production to create something that feels simultaneously retro and modern. The classical sounds of piano and picked strings on Best Mistake are nicely complimented by some simplistic bass. The disco funk guitars from the Diana Ross sample add a lot of character Break Your Heart Right Back, even if the sample creates a bizarre and unflattering comparison to the superior Hip-Hop classic Mo Money Mo Problems. However, the song ultimately does OK, since the production is done well enough to add some trap flavor to the already overused sample.

While the lyrics are pretty typical run-of-the-mill pop fodder, the actual melodies and hooks on this album work more often than not. Problem is an undeniably fantastic pop song, with a massive pre-chorus that crashes into a brilliantly executed whisper-taunt. The saxophone loop that drives the song circles from catchy to annoying and back to catchy with such haste that it’s almost disorienting. It’s a song that nails everything so well that it kind of transcends the fact it’s a fluffy pop song. The simplistic nature of Love Me Harder‘s melody gives the song’s relative inanity some relief with a basic hook that levels the song (in addition to giving The Weeknd something good to do, since he’s been wandering aimlessly through mediocre projects and guest spots since 2011). Also, while Break Free rests a bit too comfortably in Zedd’s uninteresting EDM sound, it certainly delivers a massive hook and some enticing verses.

Grande also brought more Hip-Hop features into play on this record, to mixed results. Even though the amount of Hip-Hop artists would suggest some forced sense of maturation, she smartly fills the roster with Hip-Hop goofballs. Aside from Azalea (who, in my own cruel opinion, is unaware of the fact she’s kind of a joke), the rappers here either revel in cheese or absurdity: Childish Gambino, Big Sean, and the increasingly fascinating A$AP Ferg. The results tend to be mixed, but they don’t really ruin songs. Gambino and Big Sean turn in typically lazy guest verses on otherwise fine songs, while Iggy Azalea’s verse on the lead single feels a bit inconsequential (but she deserves props for having a verse that doesn’t inspire absolute hate). Then A$AP Ferg comes in on Hands on Me, an icky sex anthem that will be duly noted when I write that thinkpiece about how A$AP Ferg is one of the most fascinating and entertaining things to happen to mainstream Hip-Hop in the past few years.

Overall, My Everything is a slightly above average example of a pretty typical pop album. The album is dragged down by some unemotional ballads, like the sluggish Just a Little Bit of Your Heart. This kills the pacing of a record that, while just subtlety uneven, could have been unstoppable if the ballads were annexed to bonus tracks. My Everything is a much better ballad, built off of some simple chord progressions and a passionate performance from Grande to help contrast the similarly subtle Intro; unfortunately, the buzzkill of Just a Little Bit of Your Heart hurts the chances of this track actually working in the context of the album. The troubles on the back of the album are further pushed by Hands on Me, which (aside from A$AP Ferg) comes across as a bit forced (a problem typical of post-Dickney stardom, which Grande otherwise mostly avoids on the record). However, these are problems that nearly every pop album has. The record certainly doesn’t transcend stereotypes, but it does provide a vehicle for Grande’s talent. Even though some songs can push her vocals to unreachable limits (One Last Time and Be My Baby both do this), the songs that stay in a comfortable range show that those Mariah Carey comparisons aren’t completely off. The girl can sing, and given some maturity and more decent songwriters and producers, she could create something great. Or at least give us some more Problems.

Summary: While it doesn’t really break any molds when it comes to Pop R&B, My Everything has enough enjoyable songs and decent vocal performances to overcome some of its regressions into pop album tropes.

Choice Cuts: Problem, Break Free, Break Your Heart right Back

Leftovers: Just a Little Bit of Your Heart

B-

You can stream Problem below (or just turn on a pop radio station and wait like 1 minute). My Everything is out now on Republic.

A LONG WINDED RANT: Why Worries Over Poptimism/Rockism Are Unneccesary

 

The following is a long winded rant. Unlike normal discussions, Long Winded Rants are sprawling and multi-faceted complaints over general trends. I leave them completely unedited format. 

This week, Ariana Grande released Problem, which is probably one of the best pop songs that’ll be released this year, in addition to being one of the best songs of the year. Various blogs posting about this new track (Including “Indie” centric sites like Stereogum and Pitchfork) have been proclaimed its greatness and, due to the nature of the song, it’s brought up a discussion topic I absolutely loathe: Poptimism.

The notion of a song- one that rides a sax loops as carelessly as Macklemore’s Thrift Shop and is sung by some girl from a Nickelodeon TV Show- being praised can rile up both Indie Rock purists and people that think too hard about how music is covered in journalism. Pitchfork naming such a shamelessly poppy song has come up in conversations with readers and friends constantly this past week, particularly friends upset about other songs that have been seemingly ignored ( Now, that’s not to say that these people are ignorant and stuck in the past, because they’re not…necessarily). People have been hung up on former Indie Sites praising the hell out of songs that live on sugary hooks and big obnoxious beats. And the disappointment is pretty understandable. I began to discuss how much I liked this infectiously funky and sugary song with a fellow music fan, and it lead to a 10 minute discussion on the death of guitar rock, and a subtle criticism of me simply because I happened to really like an “Inconsequential, Gum-On-Your-Shoe” pop song. The 00s was a decade that was overflowing with fantastic, guitar-driven rock music (Arcade Fire, The Walkmen, The Strokes, The White Stripes, the list could sprawl forever), and the sudden lack of guitar ridden acts (or the movement s away from guitar by some of the groups listed before) can feel like the world is shaking.

Is Rock in a bit of a slump? Yes and no. In this internet age, you can find good (or at least decent) Rock music basically anywhere. The days of Modest Mouse and Death Cab for Cutie dominating all musical discussion is buried somewhere in the past. However, proclamations of “Rock is Dead” just because a teen star that can sing (and doesn’t normally wield a magical guitar) released a song that a lot of people like. Sure, everyone’s end-of-year lists last year were dominated by acts like Disclosure and Kanye West, but that doesn’t mean that rock is no longer important (I’ll get to the power of lists in a little bit).

Every genre changes and morphs over time, and it’s incredibly hard to truly and sincerely compare music of differing genres. A type of music never goes away; it may recede and transform into something new, but it never really goes away. That’s what’s magical about music and art in general: it’s malleable and can change as we do as people over time. As much as the “Death of Disco” was declared by the media and obnoxious radio hosts, it never really went away. It went underground and became popular in the 80s in queer culture, and it has come back in various forms (See: Disco Punk from groups like The Rapture and LCD Soundsystem; Daft Punk’s Random Access Memories). If Disco never really died, then Rock is never going to die either.

While this fear of a Rock recession has at least some reason to it, this anger thrown at pop acts receiving praise is, frankly, stupid. I’m not one to argue that we live in any sort of “Monogenre” period of music, because that’s not really true. Most music still has at least one distinct, defining genre (Or at least it’s a clear mixture of multiple genres). Hip-Hop is still Hip-Hop, Rock is still Rock, Punk is still Punk, Pop is still Pop. They might melt into each other a bit, but that shouldn’t be a problem. The fact that bands are wanting to mix more and more ideas and sounds should be exciting, and it has been (Experiments in the mainstream that got endlessly praised (this site included) last year, from Kanye West deciding to go for a more industrial sound to Daft Punk nearly pulling a Losing My Edge, push this sentiment further).

The fact that the music press and music fans have changed over time is A) Natural and B) a bit of an exaggeration. Just look at Rolling Stone. Declaring an album like Wrecking Ball as being the best album of the year back in 2012 was laughably ignorant. Sure, maybe their writers may actually be a bunch of middle aged men angrily shaking their fists and middle schoolers running around their lawns. But in reality, it’s more likely that they were just working against this fear of pop music running so rampant recently. Just because people enjoy pop music doesn’t mean they’re actively working against the status quo, they just like music, and recently released good music just happens to be pop. To bring it to a personal level, Samlovesmusic is not an “Indie” music site, and I’ve never claimed it to be. I just cover music that I enjoy (or that I feel should be discussed).

It also is clear that pop hasn’t truly been rising against rock. For the most part (Save some bleak years in the late 00s), there was always SOMETHING pretty good on the radio. Crazy in Love and Hey Ya! Were huge in 2003, and earlier than that there was plenty of at least tolerable pop music. Part of the problem is that there’s too much of a focus to judge all music on the same terms. Sure, year end lists endlessly promote this thought process (Just scroll through any top 10 last year, including my own). Trying to judge something like Grande’s Problem against another track that gained traction this week, Big K.R.I.T.’s fiery and explosive Mt. Olympus, is a hopelessly futile effort. Problem is being praised because it’s a damn fine example of a sugar-coated and infectious pop song, and Mt. Olympus is being praised because it’s a damn fine example of a lyrically forward Hip-Hop song. Lists that lump these songs together aren’t really trying to pit them against each other. Lists are made (mostly) to discuss the best tracks of a certain epoch, and to put as much of a concentration of good music in one place as possible.

Sure, some pop sucks, but some of it has always sucked. We have Flo Rida and Jason Derulo today just as the early 90s had MC Hammer and Vanilla Ice. Plus, the fact that some writers have been endlessly covering pop music simply because people really liked Beyoncé is a bit annoying (Over analysis of an uninspired One Direction is just a waste of everyone’s time). But fearing genres and desperately claiming that a genre that was once the biggest in the world is dead is just egocentric at best. If you fear that great bands aren’t being covered because people like Ariana Grande are gaining traction among music critics, you’re not some kind of holy watchdog over the crumbling morality of music journalism. In fact, it’s probably better if you just don’t worry about journalists and listen to (and promote) whatever you want. You don’t have to claim that you like the song; in fact, if you don’t like it, please be honest and proclaim it from the highest mountain top. Just don’t accuse other people who do like it of being some kind of anti-rock demon working desperately to end the reign of guitar driven Rock & Roll. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll go get my grind on to that nasty sax loop, wonder how a woman as small as Ariana Grande can have such a big voice, and quietly complain about how amazing the song would be with a rapper that isn’t Iggy Azalea.

ALBUM REVIEW: Iggy Azalea- The New Classic

Seriously, f**k this album.

No no no…for real. This is…gahhhh.

Let me try to reign it in here. Iggy Azalea was signed to T.I.’s Grand Hustle label a couple of years back. One of her first videos to go viral was for a song called Pussy…which, yeah. After a couple of years of label fighting, she ended up on Island Records. She was featured on the XXL Freshman list a few years back (Which included Danny Brown, Future, and some less desirable choices (Oh, Macklemore. Oh, Kid Ink)). Listening to The New Classic…well…um…

Why? Why? My distaste for this album isn’t for Azalea’s persona or how she depicts herself, and I certainly don’t discount her as a rapper simply because she’s a very blonde white woman. I discount her because her flow and delivery makes Nicki Minaj sound grounded and subtle. She sounds perpetually drunk and whiny on every track. It might be her accent, and maybe it’s just ignorance on my part. But, I’m pretty sure it’s not ignorance…I’m pretty sure this album is just unrelentingly annoying. It doesn’t help that The New Classic is decidedly the least classic album I’ve ever heard. Her lyrics are just the sprinkles on the shit sundae; the metaphors and wordplay she uses is so banal that it’s almost unbearable. It’s 2014- If you’re still calling your flow “retarded”, you need to reevaluate your lyrics/life.

Every song is bogged down with a nutty and poppy production, and then further ruined with some of the most unbearable hooks. The laser-like sound on Change Your Life is particularly obnoxious, backed by some heavy drums that sound like they’re straight out of a Black Eyed Peas song that was popular back in 2009 (The bridge “I got that good good” “It never goes good…It never goes bad” is particularly obnoxious). Then there’s the acoustic guitars on the absolutely unbearable 100, which are so clean and fake sounding that I can’t even bring myself to analyzing what they do to the rest of the song. Even when Azalea brings guests in, nothing can be saved. T.I. delivers a verse that might have been good on Change Your Life, but it’s so lost in reverberation that you can’t find out its quality. Normally Charli xcx can deliver a great performance and hook (See Danny Brown’s Float On), but her Icona Pop-style chorus makes an already annoying song even more annoying (“WHO DAT, WHO DAT”.)

The New Classic (I seriously cannot get over this title)- on top of all of these, er, unique problems- also has to deal with some classic debut-album troubles. The album cannot decide quite what it wants to be. New Bitch has a beat that sounds almost transcendent and emotional, but it’s about being “the new bitch” (By the way, props to claiming you’re basically someone’s object and also making it clear that you’re a gold digger. That’ll get you points in the Rap Game!). The only beat I’d say really works is on the lead single Work, which has an absolutely explosive bass drop in the chorus. Anywhere else it would probably be generic and derivative, but on The New Classic, it’s a miracle (It’s also the only song that Azalea sounds remotely on point on the mic). Also, what the hell is the beat on Impossible Is Nothing? The songs is already confused enough in whatever ass-backwards message it’s trying to promote…there are like muted trumpets and a toy xylophone and some whining guitar? Also, there’s a harp on Goddess. HOW CAN YOU TRY TO SOUND REMOTELY POWERFUL WITH A CUTESY LITTLE HARP PLAYING BEHIND YOU. YOU THINK IT SOUNDS GOD-LIKE, BUT IT DOESN’T. YOU SOUND LIKE SOME KIND OF LOONEY TUNE. The guitar solo at the end is fine…but it literally sounds like someone walked into the wrong recording studio. The last few tracks of the album (Particularly Black Patra and Fuck Love) has some more Reggae influences (And I’m pretty sure some Diplo work within them), but they’re not enough to save an album this deep in the ditch.

When we asked for more women in Hip-Hop…this… is not what we meant.

Summary: The New Classic is awful. There is literally nothing redeeming or virtually enjoyable or remotely pleasant about this album.

Choice Cuts: Work

Leftovers: Literally everything but Work.

F

You can…actually, no. You can’t stream anything below. It’s not worth it. The New Classic is out now on Island. Sorry.