6.15.12 Adam News & Info, Queenbert, Capital FM
Jun 15, 2012 9:03:57 GMT -5
Post by Holst on Jun 15, 2012 9:03:57 GMT -5
Someone posted this panel review of the "album of the month"--Trespassing. Clearly sexuality issues (and AI) are keeping this reviewer from embracing this album. I appreciate the honesty of the reviewer, but I'm not sure I understand what he(?) is saying about his own sexuality. At least he is not being rude (IMO).
www.vertigoshtick.com/2012/06/popologist-panel-adam-lambert-azealia.html#.T9plWvqM6bg.twitter
Vertigo Shtick: Truth be told, I put off listening to this until the last possible moment (literally), and the reasons why are abundant and occasionally complicated (Jealousy? Residual homophobic issues?), but often simple (American Idol; the twink boyfriend; gay sex/relationship album hitting too close to home; Dr. Luke). It wasn't bad; the Pharrell tracks were interesting (not as much as I'd hoped), and the glam dance-y bits were intermittently fun, and the boy can sing. “Shady” had me at its perverted guttural bass hello (Sam Sparro=yum) and was the one moment I particularly perked up during my listen; it sounds like a good Scissor Sisters song. The Michael Jackson tribute show gets old (and Cirque du Soleil is already doing one anyway), as do those wailing/whining high notes, and “Better Than I Know Myself” is essentially a recycling of Ke$ha's “Hungover” (of all Ke$ha songs, why go to one of the only true stinkers?). As for the material, been there, done that, got the sequined t-shirt and the black eyes. It's hard to enjoy the romantic, the breakup or even the naughty tracks because to me he's singing about him and his boyfriend, and I can't really internalize that. It was a challenge to get to the end of the Deluxe Edition with all those endless goddamn BALLADS, which is a shame because as ballads go, “Nirvana” isn't terrible.
www.vertigoshtick.com/2012/06/popologist-panel-adam-lambert-azealia.html#.T9plWvqM6bg.twitter
Vertigo Shtick: Truth be told, I put off listening to this until the last possible moment (literally), and the reasons why are abundant and occasionally complicated (Jealousy? Residual homophobic issues?), but often simple (American Idol; the twink boyfriend; gay sex/relationship album hitting too close to home; Dr. Luke). It wasn't bad; the Pharrell tracks were interesting (not as much as I'd hoped), and the glam dance-y bits were intermittently fun, and the boy can sing. “Shady” had me at its perverted guttural bass hello (Sam Sparro=yum) and was the one moment I particularly perked up during my listen; it sounds like a good Scissor Sisters song. The Michael Jackson tribute show gets old (and Cirque du Soleil is already doing one anyway), as do those wailing/whining high notes, and “Better Than I Know Myself” is essentially a recycling of Ke$ha's “Hungover” (of all Ke$ha songs, why go to one of the only true stinkers?). As for the material, been there, done that, got the sequined t-shirt and the black eyes. It's hard to enjoy the romantic, the breakup or even the naughty tracks because to me he's singing about him and his boyfriend, and I can't really internalize that. It was a challenge to get to the end of the Deluxe Edition with all those endless goddamn BALLADS, which is a shame because as ballads go, “Nirvana” isn't terrible.
Well, at least he realized "the boy can sing"! 