Posts Tagged ‘Marvin Gaye’

Bubbling Under—5/14/11

Friday, May 20th, 2011

Jill Scott featuring Anthony Hamilton—”So In Love”
#105

As smooth, funky, and intelligent as this is, its seams show. When you start ticking off the influences as the song plays (“Marvin Gaye. Oh, Al Green. Hey, now it’s Bill Withers.”) you know the artists haven’t pulled off the synthesis they were going after. It also doesn’t help that the song proper ends about halfway through and the rest is just filler. Soulful filler, for sure, but still.

Don Omar—”Taboo”
#115

Don Omar made his reputation as a reggaeton singer, but the sped-up rhythms here are pure Brazil, and the lyrics reference Brasilia, Sao Paulo and Bahia. The result is an interesting hybrid, with Omar’s reggaeton phrasing and intonations generating a pleasant tension with the rhythm. It goes on too long, and if anything there’s too much variety for variety’s sake stuffed into the arrangement, but this is good all the same. Not sure which tradition the accordian comes from, but it fits right in.

AfroJack featuring Eva Simons—”Take Over Control”
#119

Yet another techno pastiche, this time with crudely obvious sexual references (“Plug it in and turn me on”). I was hoping Rihanna’s “S&M” wouldn’t start a trend of songs about women wanting to be sexually dominated, but with this and Jennifer Lopez’s “Papi”, it may already be too late.

Laura Story—”Blessings”
#122

The advantage Christian singer/songwriters have over their secular colleagues is that they tend to be less self-centered—it’s bad form, after all, to flash your ego when you’re singing about God. The disadvantage is that their material, as far as human experience goes, is limited, and they’re often too sentimental and reliant on catch-phrases that only fellow believers understand. This song solidly seizes the advantages and manages to avoid the worst of the disadvantages. It isn’t anything special in terms of arrangement or melody—it’s a standard piano-based ballad—but it isn’t cloying or sticky, either. Far from sentimental, Story even sounds embittered at times—a reference to praying for peace is uttered with a tinge of sarcasm—and her viewpoint is realistic enough for me to believe she’s a much better Christian than most of the people you see on TV on a Sunday morning. I don’t agree with her, but at least she doesn’t make it a chore or an embarrassment to hear her out.
#124

Sara Bareilles—”Uncharted”
#125

I have a fondness for Bareilles’ sarcastic sense of humor, which finds it’s greatest expression in her piano playing—that chunky, carnivalesque sound is a compelling hook all on its own—but I can’t stand the way she overloads and over-arranges her records. This one has so many change-ups that you stop trying to follow her and just hope she comes back to earth someday. In other words, she’s pretentious, pretentious enough that she would probably consider a straightforward pop record to be beneath her. Which is a shame, because she could probably make a great one.

New this week—12/27/09

Saturday, December 26th, 2009

Eminem
“Hell Breaks Loose” (featuring Dr. Dre), #29
“Elevator”, #67

There’s no doubt that these are sharper and more to the point than the tracks on the original version of Relapse—less fussy and more energetic, as well (even Dre sounds fully focused for a change). So even though they’re nothing new in and of themselves, they are promising. Maybe Slim Shady has some life in him yet. Whether or not that’s a a good thing at this stage—or at Eminem’s age—is open to question.

Alicia Keys—”Empire State of Mind (Part II) Broken Down”
#55

The hook is still there, but the verses sound like Keys did a Google search for big city cliches—”concrete jungle”, “melting pot”, women working the streets, etc.—and didn’t bother to come up with a single idea of her own. As for her musical abilities, she’s become one the most irritating keyboard players I’ve ever heard—all meaningless fills and runs, quaranteed to trivialize the rare instances she actually has something to say.

Adam Lambert—”Whataya Want From Me”
#72

As much as I respect and appreciate the way Lambert has faced down his conservative critics, I still find myself stopping short when it comes to his music. The best song on his album is a Lady Gaga reject, and on this P!nk reject he achieves nothing except a decent, mediocre imitation of the original owner. If he’s going to keep fighting for the right to be himself, isn’t it time he actually put himself on record?

Robin Thicke—”Sex Therapy”
#79

Thicke tries hard, and his grooves are sexy and intelligent, an achievement both impressive and rare. But then he gets to the chorus, and I’m sorry, but nobody, nobody in the world, not even the resurrection of Marvin Gaye himself, could convince me that Lesley Gore, or anything that Lesley Gore has ever touched, is sexy. Once Thicke puts his warm and tender hands on “It’s My Party”, the sex therapy ends, the session is over, and all that remains is camp. Maybe for those younger than me, who are less familiar with the original, the effect isn’t as extreme, but as far as I’m concerned there’s no way to take this record seriously after the chorus, and no amount of horny falsetto will ever convice me otherwise.

Usher featuring Plies—”Hey Daddy (Daddy’s Home)”
#94

I had no idea Usher felt he had sunk so low that he had to resort to pairing up with The Worst Rapper In the World®, but here they are all the same. The image created by the chorus, of Usher’s lover with her butt in the air murmuring the title phrase, is bad enough, but then Plies steps in, and it turns out that his idea of eroticism is pouring Kool-Aid on a woman’s back and kissing it off before any of it spills. I just hope “Kool-Aid” isn’t code for something even more disgusting.

New This Week

Saturday, June 13th, 2009

Mitchel Musso—“Hey”
#70

More Disney pop (cast member of Hannah Montana, brother in Metro Station): less punk than the Jonas Brothers, less pop than Miley Cyrus, more mature sounding and less interesting than both.

Beyonce—“Ego”
#77

This is the most honest song Beyonce has produced about her relationship with Jay-Z (a hell of a lot more honest than “Halo”, that’s for sure). It’s also the funniest, which is why I believe it. The more Beyonce talks about her dick being as big as Jay-Z’s, the more respect I have for both of them.

Justin Moore—“Small Town USA”
#88

As a lover of Miranda Lambert’s “Famous In a Small Town”, I’m not prepared to completely write off country music’s rural fetishism, but this is as generic as it gets. The lyrics never get any deeper than the title, even if Moore does namecheck David Allen Coe to prove how “outlaw” he is. In the ‘70s I might have believed him, but now?

Cage The Elephant—“Ain’t No Rest for the Wicked”
#92

This is a surprise, if only because this kind of white boy blues, though plenty of people still make it, doesn’t show up much on the charts these days. It’s a relief to hear young punks with a beef with the world who don’t sound like either Green Day or Linkin Park. The laid back sound only makes their message come across with that much more force. The message is nothing special, but at least it’s there; it has a populist tinge to it that reminds me of Todd Snider, only without Snider’s sense of detail. The same goes for the music—like a lot of young bands, they’ve got a lot to learn, but they seem to be starting in the right place.

Fabolous featuring The-Dream—“Throw It In the Bag”
#94

As glad as I am that strip club rap is fading, I’m not sure mall shopping rap is that much of an improvement. A decade ago, “throw it in the bag” would have been a drug dealing reference, now it’s about helping your woman accessorize. Call it the Beyonce effect: a reaction to all those women demanding ever deeper levels of respect. To guys like Ne-Yo and The-Dream (you know, those hyphenated guys), this is an emotional and intellectual challenge, an opportunity to sharpen their game. To Fabolous, it’s just another obstacle to throw money at.

Ginuwine—“Last Chance”
#95

A generic love rap noticeable only for the fact that Ginuwine tries so hard to sell it. The intro and outro have nothing to do with the song itself, they’re just advertisements: “If this your favorite song, turn your radio on/Play it for your man or your lady all day long”. He sounds more passionate about this than anything else. It’s like watching a TV show where the commercials are more interesting than the actual program.

K’Jon—“On the Ocean”
#98

Already a smash on the Adult R&B chart, and no wonder—after a near perfect lover man intro, K’Jon settles into a Marvin Gaye-like groove you haven’t heard since, well, since Gaye himself. Very nice.

The Veronicas—“Take Me On the Floor”
#99

Unlike other “let’s get wasted and do it right here in the club” anthems, The Veronicas maintain a certain amount of self-control—and self-respect. Unfortunately, that extends to the music, which is hooky enough in an automatic, pre-packaged sort of way, but also stiff. However you might feel about the likes of Katy Perry or Lady GaGa, they’re doing something different, and they don’t hold anything back, which makes them both fascinating and terrifying. The Veronica’s are just catchy.