Word: lyrical
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...cover up the sound of Eminem's weariness. Titles like "Same Song & Dance" and "Old Time's Sake" give away the game, as does the quality of the wordplay, which is far more blunt than manic. Eminem sounds like a man with a reputation to uphold, a lyric book to fill and a stack of Us Weekly magazines nearby. Things do not improve when he shifts to his other major theme, serial killers, and multiple references to Children of the Corn, Friday the 13th and The Silence of the Lambs reveal a man in desperate need of help with...
...suspicious of change. In the '60s, the Beatles made Liverpool the world's pop-cultural Mecca, yet Davies sees "John, Paul, George and Ringo: as "not so much a musical phenomenon, more like a firm of provincial solicitors." The smooth crooners of the previous decade quickly faded, "the witty lyric and the well-crafted love song seeming as antiquated as antimacassars or curling tongs." As an appraiser of public buildings he is no less a conservative than Prince Charles. Davies rails against the New Brutalism, a style that incarcerated generations of the English working-class in structures of almost defiant...
...when a book has no words—now that's a different story. And when a song has no words—well that's a book that FlyBy doesn't want to be reading. In our (hopelessly uncultured but humble) view, lyric-less selections are meant to be the stuff of symphonies, stoners, and stoners who occasionally listen to symphonies. This was Yardfest, not some crappy Woodstock do-over with a tire swing, bad corndogs, and a lot less acid. This was CEB-certified. This was supposed...
...selections would certainly have deleterious effects on performance if poorly prescribed. Last year, Harvard students downed the strange cocktail of the Wu-Tang Clan, Gavin DeGraw, Joey DeGraw (sigh), and whatever other substances they chose to introduce into their systems that day. Although SANOSON offers therapies comprised generally in lyric-less, original compositions, one can’t help but relate the researchers’ clinical findings to one’s own musical habits. It’s hard to predict, for instance, how a swig of Sara Bareilles will pair with a rip of Ratatat. Whatever the blend...
...feeling numbingly similar, like fury masquerading as fun. As the album chugs on, it becomes clear that Maria hasn't quite figured out what she'd like to say to the world--"I know I'm always drunk as drunk as can be" is a fairly representative lyric--only the manner in which she wants...