On the crooning Canuck’s eighth studio album, To Be Loved (out today, ) his performance is ever strong and mature. Now 37, he’s aging well and lays into the opening track — Mack Gordon and Josef Myrow‘s “You Make Me Feel So Young,” popularized by Frank Sinatra almost six decades ago — with some obvious maturity in his delivery. It’s a traditional big band arrangement that sets a classic tone for the album to follow. And, I mean, really, he sounds great. He doesn’t have that same masculine oomph as Sinatra, but that standard’s too steep to hold him to. Simply, that Buble’s smooth baritone would make me sit back, loosen my tie, tap my foot and snap my fingers a few times, in the moment, it feels like I’ll owe him for that forever. More »
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Indeed, such a title demands attention. It’s so brazen, there’s a skeptical gut “yeah right” scoff that comes with it, and one feels an embarrassed reluctance to even think of it too much. But rather than the cocksure assertion, “With this, Fall Out Boy will save rock and roll,” there’s relief in the Elton John-featuring song of the same title. It’s the album’s final track, wherein singer Patrick Stump describes a life almost tragically dedicated to the idea of saving the idea of rock and roll. It feels self-aware in that this is a desperate way to live — “We don’t know when to quit,” he sings — though he commits himself to it nevertheless. More »
Even though some will suggest Girl Who Got Away is as a strong stylistic departure for Dido — because of her and her brother-producer Rollo Armstrong‘s mixing it up with electro beats instead of their previous mostly-acoustic instrumentation, drawing attention to this point does the album little benefit. More »
But simply because you can do something, is that a reason why you should do something? The big hype around this trilogy was that, following a decade of outlandish conceptual rock-operas and musicals, it would be a return to form for MTV’s favorite snotty East Bay trio, with not just one album, but three of them. But even that idea, for this gang of middle aged eyeliner-wearing, hair-dying, tattooed, John Varvatos-modeling designer punks, is a gimmick. And it begs the question: Why not show some creative restraint and make just one really good album? More »
Following up on the nasty funk of 2010′s Sir Lucious Left Foot: The Son Of Chico Dusty, on which Big Boi employed guests on nearly every track, here too he packs his lineup for success. Only, rather than the Miami Heat, it looks more like this year’s Los Angeles Lakers — a whole lot of talent that just can’t play well together. Phantogram and Little Dragon have writing credits on three songs each, and Wavves‘ Nathan Williams, Kid Cudi and A$AP Rocky each have single contributions as well, making for a smorgasbord of music’s coolest acts. More »
In contrast to the regrettably old-(in age, not in time)-sounding teenage anthems that filled ¡UNO!, the first of the trilogy, on ¡DOS! the East Bay Kings of Pop Punk lay off most of the bratty pandering in favor of good ol’ fashioned love songs. Retro-rock runs deep here with decent success. Dipping into the more carefree party roots of the band’s garage-y side-project, Foxboro Hot Tubs, ¡DOS! is filled with moving bass lines and catchy melodies. More »
This long-player, which is the first in a trilogy of records seeing release over the next four months, is a departure from those past albums’ dramatic, structural formats and lacks their hyper-angsty and political themes. But, still, it feels that Armstrong, now 40, is writing with a camera’s eye that has him conjuring scenes of late-night romanticism and YOLO parties for which to build these raucous and youthful pop anthems. And the trouble is, they don’t feel genuine. Perverted by time and distance, these notes of rebellious whimsy and emotional longing seem rather pre-packaged for some teenage sap’s most formative experiences.
It’s fantasy or farce — the attempt of a wild middle-aged musician to write about his audience, as opposed to his own self, creating something that feels impersonal and smutty. More »
“This is definitely my jam, I’m just saying,” she said, introducing the song. “This is gonna date me, and I know a lot of you aren’t even gonna know this song, and don’t tell me that because I’m gonna feel old, I’m gonna cry and drink more… But this is one of my favorite songs from junior high.”
She performed the song with minimal accompaniment, just an acoustic guitar, light drumming, three singers and a jokingly flamboyant male backup dancer behind her. And, yeah, she pretty much killed it.
Usher‘s recent spate of trouble has reached a climax: A judge has awarded him primary custody of his two boys, beginning Sept. 1, in a ruling passed down on Friday (Aug. 24), the Washington Post reports.
The verdict concludes the drawn-out legal battle with his ex-wife, Tameka Foster Raymond, in which she accused him of using drugs in front of and being an absent father to their two sons — Raymond V, age 4, and Naviyd, age 3. She also claimed he bogusly mourned his stepson’s death in July. Earlier this week, Usher was held in contempt of court for violating sections of their 2009 settlement agreement. More »