Word: popping
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...Eminem surpasses this already fine performance, exhibiting his wide creative range and superior rhyming ability. Combining a series of pop-culture figures that includes the Octomom, Dakota Fanning, Christopher Reeves, and Portia de Rossi into a shocking and fantastic narrative, Shady explains “I’m as ill as can be / my appeal is to serial killers, what a pill is to me / killing so villainously / still as maniacal on the Nyquil and psycho as Michael Myers.” The connection between Eminem’s thoughts on B-list celebrities and 50?...
...follow this bland, angry model of songs about death and drugs. Lines that share rhymes, images, and cadences begin to appear throughout these songs, as in “Crime Wave” and “Stretch” when 50 respectively says “Pistol pop, dime for dime, burn baby burn” and “Gun pop! One shot! Body drop, it wasn’t me!” All three of these songs concern 50’s recklessness, violence, and drug history, and end up cheapening some of the better songs...
Norwegian electropopper Annie released her debut album, “Anniemal,” to a wave of critical adoration back in 2004, and 5 years later it still garners praise. That album’s second single—a giddy, entrancing pop anthemcalled “Heartbeat”—celebrates the carefree joy of the dancefloor as effectively as any of the endless parade of disco songs on the subject. The rest of “Anniemal” almost lived up to that track: the angular, percussive “Chewing Gum?...
What remains are 12 songs which range in topic from love to... well, love. This is a pop album, after all. And though the themes are less than original, the music is very much Annie’s own. Annie dubbed her debut album “pop with strange edges,” a description that quickly caught on in the press. While her influences have changed slightly on “Don’t Stop,” that moniker still applies...
...Heaven and Hell” also disappoints. A bouncy, whimsical number that recalls the lighter edges of 1990s indie pop, it also brandishes that genre’s worst impulses: childishness and condescension. The result is more than a little irritating, and closes the album on a distinctly sour note...