For Lovers is refreshingly real. Not because it’s an amalgam of styles, but because it’s a respectful homage that all these styles have their origins in the same place – the soul – and are facets to be used as tools to benefit honest songcraft.
The music itself is a regurgitation of jerky, sampled electronic beats and attempted Eminem-style delivery with absolutely no flow.
If you’re really in the mood for this kind of thing, do yourself a favor and put in some Television, Velvet Underground or Stooges.
This is not just another installment of VH1
Any compilation of artists regardless of the theme is going to be uneven. It is just something you have to accept, and when you keep in mind the range of talent you might experience day to day on your commute, a compilation of buskers from the New York City subway system is going to be especially so.
Lyrically, you cannot expect less from Michael Penn than Dylanesque craftsmanship and use of vocabulary on any of his albums, and Mr. Hollywood Jr., 194 is no exception.
This collection of songs of bitterness and self-destruction are sure to be popular with those who can relate to reveling in your own low self-esteem.
Not even an unreasonable number of frat boys with baseball hats askew, and clueless gringos in straw sombreros (because, ya
After three very strong EPs that were only available online, Ben Folds follows up with a full release that sounds like he put his old band back together, but he hasn
