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Hot 100 Roundup—9/26/10

Wednesday, September 29th, 2010

Kings of Leon—Radioactive
#37

The music takes off from the title, the guitars and percussion echoing the sound of Geiger counters, but the lyrics seem to be about something else entirely, something vaguely spiritual. They’re so vague, in fact, that it’s impossible to tell what’s going on or what any of it means. All I can be sure of is that these guys really want to be Pearl Jam. So much so that I can’t help but wonder if this wasn’t inspired by Eddie Vedder’s version of “My City In Ruins”.

Trey Songz—“Can’t Be Friends”
#74

In which Trey regrets the fact that he’s irresistible to women and so good at sexing them up because he finds it impossible to be friends with a woman once he’s had her and can’t have her anymore. There are probably many women in the world who would be flattered by this self-serving horseshit. Until, that is, they realized it was just his way of talking them back into bed. Amazing what a throbbing, sympathetic string arrangement can do to hide your true intentions.

Keith Urban—“Put You In A Song”
#82

Though I’ve heard some evidence that Urban can be better, this time he sounds like a one-man Rascal Flatts. His throwaway exclamations at the ends of lines are particularly irritating. He sounds like he’s already working the crowd in Branson.

Yolanda Be Cool & Dcup—“We No Speak Americano”
#83

Cartoon music which may or may not have some political intent. Already a huge hit in Europe, where this sort of danceable pop candy has always been ridiculously popular. It gets old fast.

Miguel featuring J. Cole—“All I Want Is You”
#91

I like the trip-hop beats and the ethereal quality of the chorus, and until J. Cole steps up to the mike this is a good record. But Cole ruins it for me by indulging in one the stupidest trends in current hip-hop: self-annotated raps. As soon as he says “Trying to celebrate my independence day (Will Smith)” he loses me, and even the good lines about his girlfriend forcing him to apologize twice don’t quite make up for it. Something else we can blame on Kanye, I guess.

Reba —“Turn On Your Radio”
#94

Give her credit: Reba knows how to keep up with the times, and the vocal on this piece of feisty feminism wipes the floor with its inspiration, Carrie Underwood. What it lacks is Underwood’s brassy tastelessness (in country terms, that is), which implies not just youth but true anger. When Reba’s voice turns bitter she sounds like a long-time pro doing her best for the song, but you know she thinks it’s just a good joke and nothing else. Underwood’s lack of depth is part of what makes the basic emotions in her songs believable, but Reba’s too old to be that shallow.

Linkin Park—“Waiting For the End”
#96

Musical craftsmanship matters, and whether it’s the band’s or Rick Rubin’s, it makes this record more listenable than it deserves to be. “This is not what I had planned” from someone who is either dying or expecting to be killed may be one of the dumbest lines to hit the Hot 100 this year, especially the way Mike Shinoda sings it. All that money, all that time and effort and yes, talent, and they still hold the intellectual point of view of a thirteen year-old. Either that or they’re intentionally pandering to thirteen year-olds, which would almost be better.

Eric Church—“Smoke a Little Smoke”
#97

I’ve seen signs that Church doesn’t get much respect from country aficionados, but though the sound of his records is somewhat overblown (but then, in country, whose isn’t?) I like the throwaway quality of his lyrics and melodies, and his sense of proportion—at just over three minutes, compared to his earlier records this is almost an epic. He knows how to sneak ideas into a song, as well; it isn’t until the middle eight that you realize he’s blunting himself out because his girl dumped him. He’s also more blatant about dope than most country singers, at least the ones that get on the radio. There are even psychedelic echo effects. Good stuff.

Wiz Khalifa—“Black and Yellow”
#100

Good hook, but then you expect that from a Stargate produced track. The rapping isn’t bad, either, but it isn’t anything you haven’t heard before, and better.

New this week—2/7/10

Tuesday, February 9th, 2010

For the second week in a row, the debuts are dominated by charity singles for Haiti. This week, though, except for Eddie Vedder’s wonderful cover of Bruce Springsteen, I’ve decided to let them pass without comment. I don’t have the heart to badmouth any more records pointed at such a worthy cause (as opposed to last week, when I was feeling cynical). Just for the record, though:

Sheryl Crow, Kid Rock, Keith Urban—”Lean On Me”, #47
Taylor Swift—”Breathless”, #72
Jennifer Hudson featuring The Roots—”Let It Be”, #98

The rest of the week’s crop, though, is surprisingly strong. Only one dud, and at least two tracks that will probably stand among the best of the year, at least in my estimation.

B.O.B. featuring Bruno Mars—”Nothin’ On You”
#89

Maybe I’m just a sucker, but I love this record. There’s nothing new here, and given time I could probably trace the original source of every hook (I wouldn’t need to look far, either), but it’s so beautifully put together I don’t see the point. As an encapsulation of a certain strain of southern hip-hop it’s just about perfect. It’s probably too soft for some people (there’s not single grating or negative moment in it), and it lacks a certain brashness, but that just means it’s as purely pop as you can get. I, for one, can never get enough of that sort of thing.

Eddie Vedder—”My City Of Ruins”
#92

I have my doubts about the gospel choir, but that’s the only weakness I can find in this performance, which not only cuts the Bruce Springsteen original, but just about everything that Eddie Vedder has ever done as well. Because Vedder is something of a softy, his voice lacks the stridency and the stiffness that often mars Springsteen’s own performances, and all the beauty and regret in the song comes though in a way Springsteen didn’t quite manage. Being reminded of what Vedder can do with a great song is enough to make me wonder if the only thing that’s really wrong with Pearl Jam is that they write their own material.

Jaheim—”Ain’t Leaving Without You”
#96

Since few people make records like this piece of early ’80s-style funk anymore, it sounds fresh and appealing. If this actually were the early ’80s, though, it would be just another one, and only slightly above average, at that.

Jason Michael Carroll—”Hurry Home”
#99

What’s worse than a manipulative country weeper? How about a manipulative country weeper that doesn’t succeed at manipulating anybody?

Roscoe Dash featuring Soulja Boy Tell’em—”All the Way Turnt Up”
#100

Whatever else you might think, there’s no denying that this song lives up to it’s title, with it’s crossing lines of melody and rhythm jacked up so high that after about two minutes it become wearing. As a flashing of musical and production skills it’s both impressive and intentionally obnoxious, and up to the point where my ears start to bleed I like it a lot. I do, however, find it impossible to tell Roscoe and Soulja Boy apart—though that might be intentional, I suppose.

New this week—1/24/10

Wednesday, January 27th, 2010

Sade—”Soldier of Love”
#58

Sonically this is stunning, especially the drums, which switch seamlessly in sound from a military tattoo to distant artillery to nearby gunfire—it’s enough to make you believe that they spent the entire eight years between albums getting the sound right. The lyrics are banal, though, no matter how gorgeously sung or perfectly set they may be. Their/her attention to musical detail is so complete that they seem to have completely missed the oxymoron in the title, or considered the possibility that they’ve never found real love because they think of it as a battlefield to begin with. That’s the trouble with perfectionism: once it latches onto an idea, it can’t abide contradictions.

Lady Antebellum–”Ready To Love Again”
#72

The ever-more-questionable single-a-week campaign continues, and sure enough, here comes the dreck. This sounds like the closing credits music for some Lifetime Channel original movie. Should you really issue four singles to preview your new LP if it’s only two singles deep?

Jay-Z + Swizz Beats—”On To the Next One”
#78

Jay-Z sounds fine (though a bit defensive—when has anyone actually accused him of being a virgin?), but the real star is Swizz Beats, who seems to have decided to take up where Timbaland left off (or gave up). His productions have always been fun, but this one has just enough added seriousness and menace to take it up another level.

Snow Patrol featuring Martha Wainwright—”Set the Fire To the Third Bar”
#86

As far as I’m concerned, any guy who writes a line like “the laughter penetrates my silence” doesn’t deserve to be reunited with his girlfriend, no matter how many lonely bars he mutely wanders through. He certainly doesn’t deserve Martha Wainwright, who nonetheless almost succeeds in saving the song, if only because her sweet, simple harmonies distract you from the relentless downtrodden wallow of the lead vocal.

Miley Cyrus—”When I Look At You”
#88

Is this what we have to look forward to when Cyrus gives up pop and “matures”? Me, I prefer the Disney stuff, even the cutesy nonsense, to preening power ballads like this. And I’ll bet you whatever you like that the last Hannah Montana soundtrack album will be better than anything Cyrus releases after she leaves Disney.

Keith Urban—”‘Til Summer Comes Around”
#92

The music is so portentous and the images so dismal—wintry silence, deserted carnival rides, etc.—that this could almost be taken for one of Bruce Springsteen’s post-industrial wasteland songs. Except Springsteen’s songs are about the death of community, the decline of the nation’s principals and ideals, spiritual devastation at both a personal and societal level. Urban’s song is about missing a girl he made out with on a Ferris Wheel once. The imagery is so overwhelming compared to the subject that after awhile it becomes the subject, which—and I would hope that it’s needless to point this out—isn’t the way songs are supposed to work.

Zac Brown Band—”Highway 20 Ride”
#98

A standard country divorce weeper, with extra dollops of self-pity. Brown spends most of the song feeling so sorry for himself he barely addresses the son he’s supposedly talking to. Maybe he should stick to Jimmy Buffett rip-offs and leave the real emotions to people who have some.

Pearl Jam—”Just Breathe”
#99

Let’s face it, if it weren’t for the first Doors LP, Ten would probably be the worst “classic” album ever to grace the rock canon. Now, twenty years later, they’re still making the same mistakes: taking sentiment for real emotion, sincerity for real ideas, and vocal and instrumental texture for interesting music. They mean well, and they’ve gotten better, but too often that’s the only good thing that can be said about them. In this case, I wouldn’t even say they’ve gotten better.

New this week

Tuesday, September 8th, 2009

It feels like old home week on the Hot 100, with 11 debuts, four coming from performers who have been around for well over a decade, and two of them getting ready to enter their third. The best debuts, appropriately enough, come from one of the oldest acts, Weezer, and the newest, Wale. Wale tries to tip the balance by lifting a 40 year-old hook that’s appeared twice on the Hot 100 this year already, but I give the prize to Weezer—their stolen hooks are even older, and a lot better to dance to.

Pearl Jam—”The Fixer”
#56

I imagine this rocks out pretty hard live, but whether it’s the song itself or the production, the record comes across as well-crafted but laid back in a way I don’t think they intended. They don’t sound like a fixer determined to save the world so much as Mr. Fixit, or an affable plumber in Mr. Rogers’s Neighborhood, come to repair a leaky faucet and share a good story or two. The latter may actually be more effective in the long run, but somehow I don’t think that’s what they meant.

Love and Theft—”Runaway”
#65

Keep running guys, we can still hear you.

Creed—”Overcome”
#73

The teenage sense of entitlement that seems to fill this record would make sense if these guys were still teenagers, but they’re not. They’re Christians in their mid-thirties looking to keep their name alive in the culture, and their entitlement has more to do with a rock star’s, and an evangelical’s, sense of superiority than anything else. What’s worse, they don’t use the word “overcome” in the civil rights or personal travail sense of overcoming obstacles and injustice, they use it in the sense of the Book of Revelations. It’s the devil and his minions they’re overcoming, which is to say that they’re looking to wipe out anybody who doesn’t believe the same things they do—hence the apocalyptic overkill of their music. When they’re not indulging their sadistic religious revenge fantasies, though, I’m sure they’re just wonderful guys.

Lady Gaga—”Paparazzi”
#74

To go with the repulsive images in the video—dead women dressed up and posed like the figures in Helmut Newton’s photographs—GaGa swipes the melody line from Berlin’s “Take My Breath Away” to provide herself with a hook and add that final mid-eighties touch. I understand the appeal of true decadence, but this is just dumb dressing up as smart and calling itself elegant. She should just join Duran Duran and get it over with.

Weezer—”(If You’re Wondering If I Want You To) I Want You To”
#82

At first, the hook line seems nothing but a piece of sophomoric cleverness, but that’s the point: it’s a pick-up line that slowly turns into a pledge of lifelong commitment, from first summer fling to marriage to the moment you find yourself trying to stare down a future that promises nothing but decline. By the end of the song they barely have anything to say to each other, but they both still want to, and that’s all that matters. Say what you want about Weezer—and just about everything has been said—but it takes real brains to pull off a song like this without sounding either overly sentimental or flippant. The music, with its echoes of “You Can’t Hurry Love” and “Walking On Sunshine”, provides the perfect background: patience and fortitude sparked with moments of spontaneous joy. You’d be hard pressed to find a better example of a riff deployed as metaphor.

Three Six Mafia featuring Kalenna—”Shake My”
#85

Three Six Mafia: the Halle Berry of rap.

Pleasure P—”Under”
#87

Still number 2, and if his next record is as dull as this, he won’t rank even that high. At least when he was in Pretty Ricky he had crassness going for him.

Selena Gomez & The Scene—Falling Down
#93

Disney’s methods are so hit and miss that you never know where a good record is going to come from. Nothing that Selena Gomez has been involved with so far has been worthy of notice, but suddenly here’s a perfect pop confection, and with it comes the realization that she’s been as much a victim of her material as everyone else on the channel. No music factory is perfect, of course, but give me a couple of more records like this and I could put together a Disney compilation that could stand with just about any pop album of the last decade. It would be absolutely meaningless, but it would be entertaining as hell.

R. Kelly featuring Keri Hilson—”Number One”
#96

The title may be a pleasing fantasy or fond remembrance, but even with Hilson doing her best Beyonce imitation I don’t see any way this makes it onto pop radio. I suppose there could be something to admire in the daring of putting out a record about how great you are in bed after being barely acquitted of pissing on a 14-year-old girl, but it’s more likely a symptom of sheer cluelessness and ego than anything else. The music isn’t bad, but Kelly has become a sideshow, and he (and maybe Hilson) seems to be the only one who hasn’t realized it.

Wale featuring Lady GaGa—”Chillin’”
#99

Despite the recycling of Steam’s hoary old hit (apparently hearing it at every athletic event in the world over the last forty years just isn’t enough for some people), and the presence of the dreaded GaGa, I find myself liking this record a lot. More than any of the thousand freestyles over “Paper Planes”, this is where M.I.A.’s influence jumps hip-hop. It’s simplified for sure, but that only emphasizes the catchiest parts, which is what good pop is supposed to do. GaGa does a pretty good impersonation, and there are moments when she seems to be channeling some piece of classic post-punk, The Slits maybe, or even The Raincoats. That might be going too far, but that’s what I hear, and this is still a lot better than I expected it would be.

Skillet—”Awake and Alive”
#100

Since I hold them responsible for the existence of bands like this, maybe Pearl Jam could add these guys to their fixit list. Or at least convince the vocalist to stop dropping his cast iron namesake on his toes every ten seconds.