Poppy "Negative Spaces" (2024)

 

 

Plagued by the inconsistencies of searching for an identity, exploring genres, never settling on a sound, it seems that Poppy has finally found a firm footing following a fruitful collaboration with album of the year contenders Knocked Loose. Now honing her screams into frightful territory, ranging from soft, harmonious and sweet to roars of unrelenting rage feels an apt for this endeavor. Foraying into the current trendy Pop Metal dynamics, contrasting stomps of Djent brutality exchange with sways of warm catchy melody. Its a dominant theme among other ideas, conjuring echo's of Spiritbox.

The record flows smoothly despite some turns. Crystalized makes a sudden deviation to explore driving dance-floor grooves and Synthpop melodies masked in nightly Synthwave vibes. Vital dials in subtle Emo and Pop Punk influences through its guitars before Push Go jumps back to the dance-floor. Poppy's approach conjures echos of Madonna in here prime and 90s Brit Pop in its soft siren chorus.

The next two tracks get us back on track, going hard as ever on its mammoth guitars. Big grooves stride in anger as raw throaty screams erupt with vitriol. Its a wild ride juxtaposed by the dreamy interlude Hey There, a crash to the ground as the final stretch retreads these ideas already explored. New Way Out notably deploys the Argent Metal formula with that signature Mick Gordan guitar and synth aesthetic.

All in all, Negative Spaces is a really good listen from start to end but perhaps lacks in offering something truly new to take away. Its as if these songs might fade from memory given the overt influence that fail to ascend expectations. On the other hand, its the most consistent record from an artist still seeking out a sound to call their own. It lays a promising foundation for the future after the sorely disappointing Zig.

 

Rating: 7/10

Ocean Grove "Oddworld" (2024)

Having struck gold with Flip Phone Fantasy and Up In The Air Forever, could our Aussies from down under make it three for three? Oddworld sticks with the winning formula. Brimming with enthusiastic energy, their high octane production pushes out another bunch of upbeat banger reveling in the Rap Metal Limp Bizkit inspired lane of Nu Metal. With a little less rap in the mix, shades of Brit Pop return with an emphasis on the soaring Oasis alike, hands behind the back, singing. So to can one hear a sampling footprint from the early Rave years of fellow Brits The Prodigy on Raindrop.

At twenty five minutes, Oddworld is notably shorter. Less songs and two interludes highlight a sense of lacking potency. They've put forward their best but there's less to go around. Cell Division and Fly Away roar out the gate with pace and groove. Slamming riffs, quirky melodies and soaring singalongs set the tone. Stunner and Raindrop keep things flowing, spinning the same ideas through expectant motions. 

 Interlude No Offence Detected revives some Limp Bizkit vibes again with the quirky perusing baseline. It doesn't lead anywhere, as the band proceed to spin their wheels. Last Dance offers a shift in tone. Shimmering guitars and atmospheric reverberating noise creates a loud moody softness to mellow in a heartfelt sorrow. Album closer OTP makes its mark, pivoting to a hard hitting, darkly electronic beat. Built to house ear catching raps, their guests verses' fail to make the concept a memorable one.

Despite being lively, uplifting and infectious, the record suffers a sense of routine as only a couple of songs reach beyond the fundamentals of their sound for something great. It could also be a case of fatigue or familiarity on my behalf but sadly my enjoyment has dropped from the ecstatic highs their last two outings bestowed.

Rating: 7/10

Rina Sawayama "Rina" (2017)

 

 It turns out Sawayama was not Rina's debut. This one flew under my radar, a twenty four minute EP released a few years prior. Self funded and independently released only piles on the praise for what initially felt like a tacky take on 00s Pop. Getting past a couple of mediocre tracks, familiarity revealed the subtle powers of brief tuneful melodies and glossy aesthetics centered around her persuading voice.

Early themes paint a sense of glitz and glam, ambitions of a rising star. Cheery, upbeat production with punchy drums drawing on touches of 80s Synthpop and soft Alt Rock guitars opens the record. These nostalgic reaches into the past reoccur through classy production. It flows through a variety of song ideas, none feel original, yet an intriguing assembly of ideas pulling from the past thirty years of Pop music.

 Tunnel Vision drifts into a dreamy avenue, shifting to introspective thoughts. Deploying vulnerable expressions makes for awkward lyrics hinting at smartphone addiction among relationship woes. Its a muddled message. Much of the record has this ambiguous feeling as to which way her words lean. Presenting a bold face with a hint of distress. This lyrical fuzziness is more likely to be at fault with me.

Overall, I'm impressed. This Rina EP strikes me as a leap of faith, a talent unleashed raw and keen, simply getting started and turning up trumps. It doesn't coalescing around a specific vision yet its best songs achieves their own merits. Its been a joyful dive into ideas reminiscent of great songs without being specific.

Rating: 6/10

Willow "Empathogen" (2024)

 

Daughter of famed rapper slash actor Will Smith, the last I heard of Willow were remarks on her adolescent entry into pop music on Will's autobiography. It wasn't an appealing reason to check in, and according to critical pundits, It seems I've been spared this misfortunes of a youthful musician maturing from shaky foundations. Empathogen serves as my introduction to an artist who's not only found her voice, but expresses it with freedom, led by emotion and passion, venturing into curious spaces.

Elements of Progressive Rock, R&B, Soul and Jazz Rock emerge on a fruitful journey. Leaning into its oddities, dwelling on unconventional melodies, the record gracefully swings between jam session chemistries and structured Pop convention. Creative percussion has much of the record feeling playful and expressive. Willow layers her voice in riveting self duets, chiming in, spinning simple hooks into exciting swells.

It all feels so genuine and expressive. Songs naturally pivot into different vibes. Often upbeat in tone with differing rhythmic drives, her lyrically reflective presence anchors every song. Swaying into curious oddities like the catchy humming of No Words and a moody, esoteric Ancient Girl, the contemporary compositions get consistently exposed to an ear for infectious melodies and keen aesthetics to reshape its own mold.

Empathogen feels effortlessly accessible yet drifts slightly to the Avant-Garde from a Pop perspective. Lyrics play relatable through their abstraction, each empowered word and cry of feeling wrapped up in a breezy momentum. Best of all, Willow fits snugly with these stellar backing musicians who craft a compelling listen from start to end. I've been unable to put this one down for a while, each spin is still riveting.

Rating: 8/10

Sabrina Carpenter "Short N' Sweet" (2024)

 

Currently topping the streaming charts, this former Disney star charms with her strong soft voice dynamic. Backed by a seasoned production team, who have handled many big names, the instrumentals of Short N' Sweet croon. Pulling from Country, Soul and Rock, one half of its runtime paints a earnest singer on stage, armed with acoustic guitar and small town Americana charm. The other half gracefully pivots from emotive expressions with energetic bursts of Dance, Disco and Synthpop, armed with sharp wit and knack for hooks. Its fondly reminiscent of Jessie Ware's nostalgic revival.

Sabrina has a wonderful voice, easily slipping between temperaments seamlessly, she colors many a song with subtle shifts that elevate the chemistry. For me, its her sweet falsetto's that perk my ears. The lyrics however, mostly play a hormonal mess of youthful love and relations channeled into cute, quirky expressions, often juxtaposing the warm delivery tone against lyrical content. Its charm is flirtatious, playful, teenage. Fun, mostly harmless but nothing much to latch onto for this listener.

The record is solid from front to back, a breezy, warm, uplifting thirty six minutes that finds a fantastic stride with Bad Chem, Espresso and Dumb & Poetic. The vocal hook on Bad Chem, descending in a dance from breathy high notes is an utter joy. The closer Don't Smile might be joining this list too, another highlight on a solid record that indicates Pop Music is in much better shape than the boy/girl band tripe of my youth.

Rating: 7/10

Rina Sawayama "Hold The Girl" (2022)

 

Following up on a smashing debut, Hold The Girl's antidote lays in repetition as first impressions come stiffly poisoned by uncanny familiarity. This is Pop music after all, its broad appeal conjures the best radio has to offer. Admittedly, it took time to flourish into the ear worm monster it has become. Trading in the eclectic ensemble of debut Sawayama, Rina commits to an intoxicated romp of glossy bangers pulling from across the spectrum of popular music's finer offerings. Showing her hand, an obviously play is made for high octane Dance-Pop that also ushers in mild echo's of 80s Synthpop and driving percussive energy of the 90s UK Electronic scene. Along the way were treated to crooning ballads, a touch of Country Pop, R&B and Soft Rock.

Uncanny in nature, lacking originality, yet sparkling with a touch of magic, its Rina who makes the record whole. Track after track delivers stunning performances, soaring vocals, emotions flowing in infectious cadences. An emotional weight grips her lyrics of struggle and expression, entangle in the moment. Your Age hits hard, an anthemic reflection on predatory abuse. A dark undercurrent manifests into a shudder of glitched vocals. It plays beautifully against ascending cries on the tracks chorus hook.

She is simply on fire, as are the instrumentals. Most songs play fleshed out with charisma and craft, leaning hard into the concept at hand. Occasionally flaring up with a Glam Rock guitar solo. Dense and powerful, subtly is not the intended direction. These tunes know themselves well. Some tracks however boarder "plagiarism". Americana inspired Send My Love To John feels all too familiar. Perhaps a victim of is stripped down acoustic simplicity, if I had a broader recall, I feel as if I'd put my finger on it. Quite a few songs do this, however Catch Me In The Air's guitars are blatantly derivative of The Smashing Pumpkins' 1979. Holy is another ghost of the 90s Electronic scene. That Ethereal piano melody over the thumping bass is uncanny.

Despite all this, the record is utterly brilliant. More the half the songs hit like classics and the trailing tracks ain't far behind. Hold The Girl plays with fire. Does it get burnt? Yes but I couldn't care. Perhaps had they been a little less overt with influences, such thoughts could have been avoided. Lastly, I'd like to end on the album's closer, To Be Alive. Such beautiful lyrics, blossoming out of the darkness of youth, warmth emanating from within, a platonic love song of life. Its emotional build, shoegazing blurs, dance pianos along with the lofty choral voices is simply blissful.

Rating: 9/10

Rina Sawayama "Sawayama" (2020)

 Arriving at the cutting edge of contemporary Pop music, singer-songwriter Rina casts an excitable web of diverse musical influences. With dexterity fondly reminiscent of Queen, her execution plays effortless, a graceful genre gallop between Pop Rock, Disco, J-Pop, R&B, Synthpop and even Nu Metal? An obvious favorite of mine, the latter broods its menace on STFU! Unleashing the era's groove through a mammoth, lunging riff, the growling guitars get across their point without need for excessive distortion. Creepy Korn alike melodies linger in the backdrop as the song sways between this aggressive energy and a twinkling dazzle of glossy melodic relief.

Its a keen example as to how Rina hones in on the essence of appeal, each song could merit such discussion as particular eras and genre distinctions meld into an engrossing listen. Other highlights include Comme Des Garvons, a stylish strut of attitude and glamor. Love Me 4 Me revels in the cheese of 80s attempts at bold punchy instrumentation, steering its bright melodies and chirpy nature to an endearing infectiousness. The "fake live" fanfare of Who's Gonna Save U Now? plays a genius touch, elevating this Arena Rock anthem as Rina sails her voice to new heights.

Tokyo Love Hotel woos with soft touches of Synthwave and Vapourwave. A breezy cruiser fit for the cities night lights. I could continue with my praises. Only mid track Bad Friend landed sour. Its spacey, Ethereal Electropop aesthetics feel lost on its own topicality, a "woe is me" self pity anthem. Conjuring the hurt of relationship wounds, its confessions of wrong doing seem a strange fit for its mood. An odd one but aptly fitting of the overall theme, a self oriented set of expressions felt direct with plain, connecting language that rarely feels deeper than its straight forward nature.

A stunning debut, Sawayama plays front to back like a seasoned musician reveling in creative strides. The music is effortless, exploring all curiosities seamlessly, avoiding an "eclectic" label despite clearly fitting that frame. All ideas explored simply click into place. Many of these ideas hail back to the early 00s, the years of my youth. Frank references to MSN messenger amused me greatly, I remember those Windows XP days with distain but the music has always been a consistent source of meaning. Its no surprise this record resonated with me. I haven't put it down for months!

Rating: 9/10

Billie Eilish "Hit Me Hard And Soft" (2024)

 

Three years on from Happier Than Ever and still working with her brother Finneas, Billie returns reveling in crooning strides. Reminiscent of classic singers from bygone eras, she captures concise emotional narratives central to many of these songs. Let loose through an endearing vulnerability in tone and lyrics, her breathy whispers build to climactic swells, both wounded and resolute, given the mood. Finneas builds powerful current around her vocal direction. Classy instrumentation, seemingly subdued and minimal yet rises aptly with layers of subtleties to flesh out roomy indulgences. Following her lead, climaxes gratify as the two come into focus together.

  Setting aside the strident Surf Funk strut of a catchy radio earworm called Lunch, Its opening stretch of tracks have a softly sung Billie alluring over rocking baselines, bright shimmering acoustic guitars, adorning string sections and colorful saw wave arpeggios. All with that aforementioned classy touch conjuring echos of greats from decades past. This wonderful stretch ends on L'amour De Ma Vie as its final minutes pivot with a thudding pulses of nightly dance-floor energy, Billie flexing on autotune.

This leaves its final songs in the lurch as The Diner explores unease and tension through quirky bursts of melody and echoing vocals arranged for a fever dream. Bittersuite meanders through exotic, dreamy tunes never quite settling on its own intention. Blue acts to conclude, dropping in one of the albums best vocal hooks. Billie's backing track sways back and forth under her singing, I love it! Its a dramatic two minutes but again, shuffles and meanders through a handful of other arrangement ideas as the records intensity unwinds, never resolving back to that classy stride.

 Hit Me Hard And Soft is a subtle record on first impressions, seeming like a collection of decent ideas resting on the pairs merits. Repetition yields its depth, as Billie's voice comes into focus and the tracks beneath them endear. My qualm has been laid out, a sense of balance lost as its classy side doesn't quite flow with the creativity this duo were initially known. All of the music is fantastic but the arrangement locks you in for a ride that cant resolve its destination on conclusion as those final songs loose pace.

Rating: 8/10

Gunship "Unicorn" (2023)

 

Five years proved a worthy wait, Unicorn returns riding into a surreal synthetic sunset of its own design. Fully focused on fundamentals, the British duo Gunship fine tune their classy Synthwave sound, pulling no new strings and sticking to proven ideals. To achieve this, songwriting must reign supreme. That challenge is met with an impressive cast of musical genius. Returning unions with Tim Cappello and Carpenter Brut prevail again, alongside giants like John Carpenter and Dave Lombardo, once of Slayer. An impressive roster, who admittedly appear on the records stronger tracks.

Its catchiest hooks, the lyrically infectious cadences and tantalizing neon synth melodies, a fruitful yield of collaborative chemistry. A delight early on within its loaded roll out. Vocal variety proves a strength, former Fightstar band mate Charlie Simpson, one of the best fits among a talented cast. The band Health bring keen Prodigy flare to the fold and Power Glove seems the most subdued arrangement given there reputation for lively retro VGM inspirations. Ghost plays a sleepy lull between the energetic dance-floor thrusts of Weaponised Love and Darkness For Dreams.

 In this final stretch the record steadies into a soft groove, arriving with less flash in the pan. Focused on its lyrical manifestations of nostalgic imaginations, the lengthy hour traverses its final temperaments with moody indulgences and subdued flavors. The love of craft and care in handling these inspirations percolates its glossy aesthetic, bowing out with strides for anthemic heights that landed off a little to my ears. Unicorn is a brilliant return. Not a perfect record but seemingly the best of their three chapters.

Rating: 7/10

Olivia Rodrigo "Guts" (2023)

 

Two years on from Sour, Olivia matures, returning with welcome yet familiar tuneful dances of vulnerable self expression. Guts possibly signals the expression of having enough to bleed these pained relationships she divulges in detail. Among its twelve tracks, we experience the flip side, highs and lows, loves and heartbreaks, all in broken sequence, letting each song take form with its own identity.

Like last time around, mature, expressive and palatable singer songwriter bites get wedged between chirpy, catching hooks and pop sensibilities. Often teenage in nature, Olivia has no difficulty finding relatable words with an essence of youth and soft touch of rebellion. Not my preferred picks yet her vibrancy so clearly on the pulse of those young years, one can take a step back into those spaces faded by age.

A notable 90s Post-Grunge, Alternative Rock aesthetic rears its head on occasion. My favorite track, Pretty Isn't Pretty, bolsters a gorgeous shoe-gazing guitar lick. Underneath a luminous baselines marches with a delicate assemble of subtle instruments coloring its calmer moments. The tone is wonderfully balanced, fresh yet nostalgic, she yields her voice to whats asked of the instrumental. Stunning song!

These revived sounds kick off the album back to back. All-American Bitch and Bad Idea Right? get there Pop Punk kicks on with fun and cheeky expressions. The later reminding me of Devo's Whip It in an obscure way, must be that tight overdriven guitar riff! Every time an energetic song arrives, it always comes with a complimentary sense of specific inspiration from the 90s and 00s alternative music scenes.

The soft and vulnerable cuts found between are my favorites. When the guitars fade and airy synths rise, alongside moody pianos and tempered strings, Olivia opens up with endearing stories of personal woes felt in her voice. It strips out the attitude and quirk of catchy hook writing, saying similar things but from direction experiences. This is where the guts of the record lay, their pacing between other sounds is apt.

Lastly, the record ends with Teenage Dream, reflecting on artistic and cosmetic atrophy. A tender track exposing her relationship with the massive pressures of fame and public opinion. Its quite saddening considering how heavy such thoughts can weigh. Feels like an potential premonition, a self fulfilling prophesy. Hopefully getting it off her chest wont make that so! This album was remarkably gratifying, just as good if not better than Sour. I'm left knowing I will keep coming back to this one.

Rating: 8/10

Post Malone "Austin" (2023)

 

Returning swiftly from the lukewarm reception of Twelve Carat Toothache, Post Malone returns with a notable progression in his persona and musical identity. Austin, named after himself, is a traditional leaning Pop record that initially disappoints with its generic withdrawal from what made him standout as an artist. Flushing out percussive Trap influences and stepping back from the embellishment auto-tune offered, this new direction withdraws into pleasing practices and sensibilities established for years now.

With a lack of aesthetic novelty to draw one in, Its with repetitions that one gets to know these songs. Humble and sincere, Post revels in his emotions with an authenticity complimented by his voice. Ditching auto-tune for the most part, merits emerge in his singing that prove this talent is beyond gimmicks. The melodic lines and catchy lyrics are illuminating when they land. Backed by subtle swooning instrumentals, the union lands songs sweetly when the stars align.

With less hands involved in the records production, the trio emerge with a cohesive vision pulling on a little kick clap of coffee shop Rock, the shimmer 80s Synthpop and dreamy touch of modern Pop. Compositions are apt, purpose built, across a range of tones all lavished in gorgeous aesthetics. Its builds a summery indulgence of warmth and good times masking an underbelly of sunset reflections on masked pains.

Brushing aside the false start of the self-pity opener Don't Understand and yearning Gospel cries of Something Real, an arc emerges from upbeat to introspective. Early on the best tracks arrive on pacey percussion tempos and cool breezes. As the record matures, the calmer acoustic leaning expressions steadily shift its focus. Its a decent trajectory but given only a handful of songs really pulled this listener in.

I found Austin's lulls to highlight how well its uplifting choruses landed. Early on, every other song croons and grooves on its slick impressions. As moodier acoustics roll in, mediocrity rises. Curation is often a pitfall on lengthy records. At an hour long, its clear a concise expression of Post's warmth would have rocked strong. The reveling on melancholic vibes didn't land with the same infectiousness. This could of been something special but its retained to a handful of songs that stand apart.

Rating: 6/10

Jessie Ware "That! Feels Good" (2023)

 

Following up on the stunning What's Your Pleasure, singer-songwriter Jessie Ware leans even harder into this craft of love. Going beyond a revivalist sentiment, her passionate presence and luminous instrumentals play like a force of infection pulling one into a personal fantasy from a bygone era. These songs ooze with class, as a slick production steeped in attitude. A return to the glory of 70s Disco, Funk and Pop, steeped with a little 90s Dance pianos, House grooves and Daft Punk sensibilities.

The opening stretch has a groovy rhythmic persuasion. A beautiful balance is stuck, inspired words swoon over mighty bold melodies, full of upbeat jovial spirit, striving forth with a dance-able confidence. The theme of empowerment in pursuit of pleasure and indulgence is executed with warmth and compassion. A very humanist oriented energy emanates, painting vivid images of fun social parties and the nightlife bliss.

Past its first five songs, a few tracks hit a subtle difference in stride. It seems 70s cheese and less favorable cliches of that era get a keen focus. Raunchy "wink wink" lyrics, chirpy melodies and quirky hooks paint an interesting picture of bygone trends, reviving them with a lot of energy. Initially, these crude strides turned me off but repetition has worked its charm. I'm still not sold but I can't deny its a brilliant exercise in taking dated ideas and putting on polish, while clearly having fun in the process.

Between those numbers, the music looses some of that opening vibrancy. Perhaps the endless upbeat march is a little much for me. I loved how the previous record moved into theatrical strides with emotive beats, leaning to the melancholy alongside adorning string sections. This effort felt strictly settled on its Disco dance floor orientation. The moody shift of Lightning lacks a spark on the way out to provide that variance. Overall, That! Feels Good has some absolutely brilliant, infectious music but it waivers when leaning harder into its mightily enthused ideas over and over again.

Rating: 7/10

VNV Nation "Electric Sun" (2023)

 

A five year gap between Noire and Electric Sun has elapsed, the largest among VNV's twelve records. Evidently a veteran of ones own identity, this re-emergence offers next to nothing new. Its steady stream of melancholic warmth resonates on familiar footing. Harris' soft fatherly voice words lyrics steeped in compassion, introspection and wisdom. The message of victory not vengeance persists, navigating humanist struggles and emotive pains through grandiose metaphors. An easily digested balance of darkly Club synthesizers and thumping Dance percussion whirls up energy. Slick Neo-classical instrumentation ushers itself in, fanning emotive flames with soothing pianos, completing a glossy aesthetic housing both softness and edge.

Its a bright, thoughtfully crafted execution of a familiar blueprint. Its glittery melodies, grand stings and pulsing dance floor drums are left dulled by their lack of surprise. Having acquainted with and grown fond of an unshaken sound so many moons ago, its left this listener with little to love beyond its pleasantries. Both aesthetic and thematically resolute, even Electric Sun's structure felt archetypal. The same rotation of gleaming astral interludes and a dark banger, Artifice, rolled out with familiar feeling. Its a fine record but perhaps not something I was in the mood for. I'm sure these songs would find themselves home on rotation in a VNV Nation playlist.

Rating : 5/10

Enter Shikari "A Kiss For The Whole World" (2023)

 

Two decades have passed since Enter Shikari made waves playing in our local music scene. With an unwavering resilience, they retain a relevancy that took me by surprise, having grown comfortable in the silent interval between records. Re-arranging their youthful character once again, Shikari still have the bite to hook, line and sink one into their party-like carnival Rock-Electronic realm again. With fond familiarity and spicy seasoning, A Kiss For The Whole World blazes by this listener in a whirl of engrossing charisma. Topically flourishing, their restless offerings come woven with compassion and hope, matured out of once angered social political lyrics.

This positivity emanates instrumentally, made starkly apparent by Rou Reynolds' passionate pleas, warm wisdoms and mellow metaphors. Practically every song has an infectious hook, his catchy wordings deliver hope and uplift, arriving on a flush of creativity. Its fun, engaging, refreshing and keeps once locked in with its nimble stride as these apt thirty three minutes sprint by with every moment revealing its purpose.

Their pop sensibilities have matured to a level of class, leveraging the appeal of popular musics most gratifying structures against the rampant creativity of their eclectic musical pallet. Echo's from the web of early 90s electronica still loom boldly, most keenly The Prodigy. Some moments just cant escape their legacy. Shikari are further forging their signature sound, yet not exactly advancing on new territory.

This record signifies a peak in the assembly of Metal tinged Rock, echoing Hardcore. Club music, Drum & Bass weave their aesthetics and components dynamically. Splashes of classic instrumens align with a keen cheek and cheer. Playing a role for narrative and direction to blossom. In short, everything they have done before, successfully re-emerging on a creative high for fans new and old to be taken away by. With each of my many spins I wonder if the cracks will appear. Despite having favorites among the crowd, it plays wonderfully as a complete experience.

Rating: 8/10

Janelle Monáe "Dirty Computer" (2018)

 

As the last of Janelle Monáe's offerings, Dirty Computer signifies a departure from its established android protagonist narrative. Where that theme evaporates, so does its 70s Psychedelic, Soul and R&B elements. In essence, an entirely different sound with Janelle operating on the level of an 80s Pop powerhouse front-woman affirming her stature. Intermingled with trendy tones of the times, its instrumental offerings ran a little weak for my taste. Many musical elements are striped to a mild resonance, energies muted, with a hyper focus on catchy hooks and empowered braggadocio.

It does however kick off with three decent numbers. Brian Wilson of The Beach Boys lends his iconic swooning vocal sways to the background of a tender, harmonious introduction. Gears then shift as a dazzling mix of modern production collides with echos 80s Synthpop. This luminosity fades as the lyrics become bold, overt and obvious. Substance is inherent but its musical chemistry rubs me the wrong way. From here the record leans hard into the Pop trends of the time. To my ears, all to dull.

In its final third, the gears shift once again. Brushing shoulders with great songs from nostalgic eras, the influences come obvious and stiff, failing to ignite. This stripped compositional approach sours here, leaving its songs instrumentally underwhelming. Janelle seems unable to spark the magic either. Little of the conjured greatness beforehand is present. Clearly a different vision, one I'm sore I didn't connect with.

Rating: 4/10

Janelle Monáe "The Electric Lady" (2013)

 

 Unabashed, bold and brazen, this sophomore follow up confidently struts its thematic concept directly into the spotlight. Where The Archandroid maneuvered its robotic humanoid inspirations with intrigue, The Electric Lady hits these beats on the nose with no subtleties. Key protagonist and android messiah, Cindi Mayweather is thrust against fear and ignorance. Crudely deployed with overt interludes between songs, a radio show host reigns in calls of colorful bigoted callers, reputing their hateful views revealed. An obvious metaphor for various phobias that grip people in current times.

Contrasting this illumination of social ills, most these songs are positive, uplifting, striding with themes of empowerment and strength. Its title track plays like an homage to the powerhouse anthems of Soul and Disco crossovers from the 70s and 80s. Unsurprisingly, this era is where much the records stylistic draw comes. On this track however, its self assured execution and expressions of female empowerment fall flat against a perfected checklist of tropes, notes and beats to hit in emulating this style.

Originality and inspiration is in question. The albums second phase hits an thematic echo with Ghetto Woman. I prefer this one, however its instrumental is clearly lifted from Stevie Wonder's blueprint of vibrant expressions. Although only palpable on occasion, much of the record drifts by without that keen infectious spark of its predecessor. Its historic sentimentality left exposed in the shadow, an awkward underwhelming stretch of luscious, warm, soft to touch music that rarely peaks.

One track hit a groove. Dance Apocalyptic swiftly picks up pace, deploying a chirpy percussive jive to wiggle with. Instrumentally soft all over, a youthful love of live emanates through its lively assemble of carefully performance instruments. Even turntable scratches can be heard in the mix. Janelle's jovial chorus and cheeky hooks are a delight, "shellang-alang-alang". One to get stuck in the ear, among a lengthy stretch of songs lacking the depth and charm seemingly lost from that last triumph.

Rating: 6/10

BABYMETAL "The Other One" (2023)

 

A lack of anticipation for this newest BABYMETAL record seems obvious in retrospect as its singles and promotional songs mustered little excitement in the build up. Having binged the record somewhat, I've been struck by how underwhelming the music is in comparison to prior records. Where are the banging riffs, cheeky chants and surprises along the way? The Other One seems subdued in approach, toning down extremities and eccentricities, curbing the wild in favor of easily digestible song writing.

Much of the heavy lifting is handed to Su-Metal, who struggles to find hooks and cadences to forge the unforgettable songs heard in the past. She sits front and center with a tame sequence of bland singing that feels so monotone in creative terms.

Perhaps Mirror Mirror comes close to capturing that old magic, a willingness to embrace the wild instrumentally can be heard but referencing the old "mirror mirror on the wall" fable leads nowhere. Elsewhere on the record eclectic directions can be heard but never does a melody, hook or groove converge on something memorable.

Time Wave explores a soft take on Club and Trance aesthetics, Metalizm toys with hard percussion underneath eastern and oriental melodics, Monochrome traverses all too familiar Pop Metal trends with oh-woo chorus chants and a warm guitar melody.

Despite having much of the original band behind the music intact, The Other One feels like a shadow of former glory, a withdrawal to safe territory where ambition is traded for safety. Its an aesthetically treat, a gorgeous mix of Metal, Electronics and J-Pop singing. The songs may be pleasant and welcoming yet their bite is absent. Every song here feels like the one you might of skipped on previous records, to get to those fan favorite tracks like Gimme Chocolate, Karate and The One.

Rating: 5/10

Gunship "Dark All Day" (2018)

 

With an enigmatic dystopian eclipse cover and suggestion of darker themes among its title, one might suspect a mood shift towards the more sinister Synthwave machinations of Carpenturn Brut. Alas, the opposite seems true, honing in on Synthpop influences a cheery narrative of uplift against struggle prevails, perhaps best exemplified on When You Grow Up, Your Heart Dies. Its christening bells add a resonant gloss of warmth to a spirited battle against the odds, with warm, fuzzy blurts of sentimental language to uplift spirits wedged into its telephone call interlude.

Dark All Day's atmosphere suits its presentation well. Many of the songs hold this ecliptic tension. Punchy bass synths, lined by meaty percussive grooves hold a mean edge against the soar of warm lead melodies and bright instruments acting as the light around this circular edge. Although Thrasher and The Drone Lacing League lean into nightly territory, its the melancholic warmth of its 80s influences that find dynamics to emerge as the narrative resolution. One of inspiration and uplift from hurt.

Stella Le Page and other effeminate voices featured compliment a stellar variety, breaking up the soaring calls of Alex Westaway who sings with a stride in his tenderness. More would have easily been welcome, their contrast a great dimension. Dark All Day is a rare record for me, where the voices really nail the instrumental theme, guiding the aforementioned tensions to a glistening resolution. They were a key component to solidifying these glossy soundtracks of nostalgic imagination. This one is definitely a shade better than their debut self titled Gunship.

Rating: 7/10

Janelle Monáe "Metropolis: The Chase Suite" (2008)

 

Prelude to The Archandroid and first installment of a conceptual series of records, Metropolis is a fair introduction to Janelle's quirks as an artist. For this listener, the spoils of what follows overshadows its charms. Metropolis plays as another union of instrumentals reaching into a diverse past for inspiration, paired with sharp, groove inducing percussion, its a fantastic reinvention of timeless musical expressions.

With March Of The Wolfmasters, the thematic premise is laid bare, somewhat spelt out. Outlawed robotic romantics, a vision of science fiction imagined future, plucked from the 20th centuries early decades and intermingled with a very human narrative. So to does the music plunder gloriously with trumpeted Swing band elements, theatrical string sections and stabbing horror organ melodies spun to a jovial rhythm.

Although a brief EP, its focus slips at the end with Mr. President. Pivoting to a plea on current social woes, the shift in tone is jarring. Then proceeded by a cover of Smile her incredible voice sadly doesn't quite suite. It was however an excuse to learn about a song covered many times, going far back to Charlie Chaplin. On Metropolis, Its clear the groundwork was laid for great things to follow, however the core three songs that merited this thematic inspiration was ready for more at this point in time.

Rating: 5/10

Len "You Can't Stop The Bum Rush" (1999)

If mid 80's Hip Hop with its clunky grooves, fun but dated rhyming tropes is your niche, then You Can't Stop The Bum Rush might just float your boat. I'm quite partial to the era, however Canadian group Len's millennium offering has little to add aesthetically, essentially a stiff nostalgic resurrection. Its bizarre his how eclectic and interwoven with other genres this record is, however the music isn't all as fluent.

Echo's of classic 70s Electronic music to the likes of Kraftwerk emerge, as a string of songs foray into crossover with Hip Hop the likes of Afrika Bambaataa once flirted with. Loaded with body popping vibes and vibrant 808s, the authenticity should be sky high with legends Biz Markie and Kurtis Blow hopping onboard to lend their voices. Despite this, the lack of reach to new territory has a stale energy about it.

After Cold Chillin the flow looses pace, ditching the Hip Hip beats to explore Rock, Punk Rock, Pop and Jazzy vibes to see the record out. Although its nice to hear such diversity, only June Bug swoons with its easy flow and gentle singing. Of course, the albums star is Steal My Sunshine, a massive hit known the world over. An oddity, considering how little of its charm gets echoed elsewhere. Worth a listen but quite mediocre.

Rating: 4/10