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Girls Aloud - Tangled
Up
When reviewing the
new Girls Aloud album, it's hard not to
refer to their cheerleader-in-chief in the
music press, Alexis Petridis. He's spent
the last few years telling anyone who will
listen that they are the most thrilling
and original force working in music today,
reviewing their albums with the kind of
drooling praise most critics usually reserve
for something more austere, like Arcade
Fire or Radiohead. He even seems to prefer
them to Busted, which is saying something.
However, in his review of Tangled Up, he
does go a bit too far when discussing non-believers:
"Only the cloth-eared and inoperably snobbish
seem immune to their charms," he says, going
on to claim: "Frankly, the sort of person
who claims they find nothing to love here
is like the sort of person who claims to
hate the Beatles: they're either posturing
or they're an idiot." It's a bit much to
say someone is an idiot for not liking a
certain band or album, particularly one
that will sell as many copies as this will,
as not everyone likes everything, we're
all entitled to our opinions and I certainly
wouldn't count myself as an idiot for not
liking Neon Bible very much. However, while
Petridis goes too far, it is hard to see
what anyone could dislike about Tangled
Up. Girls Aloud may be a band put together
by an evil TV show, but they have grown
from that remarkably well and most importantly,
found themselves a crack team of writers
and producers who just keep on churning
out great pop songs. What really helps Tangled
Up when compared to the recent Sugababes
album is that there is a real consistency
when it comes to the writing and production,
as it's almost all done by the same people,
rather than a whole host of cliched big
names putting their mark on a track or two
each. With Xenomania at the helm again,
it's sometimes tempting to wonder exactly
what Girls Aloud themselves do, as none
of them have particularly great voices and
all sound pretty interchangeable, but it
would churlish to suggest that they have
no input at all other than turning up to
sing. After all, that's officially what
Frank Sinatra and Elvis did, and we never
hold it against either of them, do we? Along
with the consistency of creative staff,
Tangled Up really benefits from the decision
to avoid the two pitfalls of Girls Aloud's
career so far, namely ballads and cover
versions. Frankly, they're not very good
at either of them, and their worst singles
have always come from those directions,
so it's a great relief to hear none of that
cliched nonsense here. Instead, they've
delivered 13 fantastic pop songs, from first
single Sexy! No No No... (which thankfully
is the only gibberish track here) to the
classy upcoming new release Call The Shots,
which kicks things off in a very mature
way and almost sounds more like Sugababes
than anything off their new album. But the
singles don't really stand out that much
because the rest of the material is so strong,
even when they are pointedly borrowing themes
from other people's chart hits, like Avril
Lavigne's Girlfriend on the stompy and excellent
Black Jacks and Lily Allen on the reggae-lite
bounce of Control Of The Knife. There just
aren't any weak links on Tangled Up, it's
all amazingly catchy and well-produced 21st
century pop music with the odd hint of the
80s thrown in, and the closest it gets to
a soppy ballad is the Kylie-esque closer
Crocodile Tears, but even that is so well
put-together that it completely avoids being
another I'll Stand By You or See The Day.
With the Spice Girls releasing their new
single and set to start touring again, Girls
Aloud have proved that they are still top
dogs in the girl band genre with this album,
which is much more cohesive and impressive
than anything the Spices ever released as
well as better than what their chief modern
rivals have managed. I won't go as far as
Petridis in branding you an idiot if you
don't like this, but what I will say is
that you won't find many more consistently great albums released
this year and if you've resisted the temptation to give Girls Aloud a proper chance before, maybe now is the time to check them out, because they've never sounded better.
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Fron Male Voice Choir - Voices Of The Valley Encore
The Fron Male Voice Choir was formed in the small Welsh village of Froncysllyte (wonder why they abbreviated it...) in 1946 and sixty years later released the fastest-selling classical record of all time. That might not make them sound much like an overnight success, but in terms of their career as recording artists, it has been a rapid rise to fame for them, and they'll hope that it continues with Voices Of The Valley Encore, which is a very appropriate title for a follow-up album that replicates the formula of the first one almost completely. There's a mixture of pop songs and classical tunes for the 60-strong choir with an average age of 60 to run through, and the results are just as mixed as they were the first time out. The problem with this concept is that you just cannot replicate the sound of a mass male voice choir on CD successfully, and songs that might sound awe-inspiring when listening to them perform live can sound flat and rather dull on record. It doesn't help that their deep and booming voices mean that it all sounds a bit too samey and can come across as a bit of a dirge. When it works, it does work very well, and the Elvis classic Can't Help Falling In Love is beautifully reworked, but Bridge Over Troubled Water never really comes to life the way it should do. It's this inability to change gears that stops Voices Of The Valley Encore from being as special as music like this should be, and while they sound much more comfortable on tracks like the stirring Battle Hymn of The Republic and Amazing Grace, this is still an album that fails to capture the magic of choral music. Throwing in the pop songs for crossover appeal will probably work again, but if you really want to hear modern music done like this, then Gregorian do it with much more gusto and excitement. The Fron Male Voice Choir are clearly no one hit wonders and Voices Of The Valley Encore has been perfectly timed for Christmas so that all the people who enjoyed the album last year can have the sequel this year, but that doesn't stop it from being a bit of a disappointment.
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The Raveonettes - Lust Lust Lust
One of 2005's best albums was Pretty In Black by The Raveonettes, with Danish duo Sune Rose Wagner and Sharin Foo taking the 50s/60s pop references in their debut album Chain Gang of Love to the next level and even getting their idol Ronnie Spector to make a memorable guest appearance. Now they are back with album number three and Lust Lust Lust starts off very promisingly with the sinister and feedback-drenched Aly, Walk With Me, which has the best twangy-guitar line that Duane Eddy never played. It's so kitsch and good that Quentin Tarantino is probably already writing a film noir script so that he can use it in the soundtrack. In fact, the only problem is that so much of Lust Lust Lust sounds almost exactly like it, with the same shoegazing feedback washing over everything, and while it is a formula that does work in small doses, what's missing is some clarity and a few more straightforward tracks, like there were on Pretty In Black, to stop it all sounding too much like an explosion in a velco factory. Also, with the first three songs all relying entirely on the guitars in place of any kind of memorable chorus, there is the danger of it sounding like The Raveonettes have run out of inspiration, not least as the twanginess in Lust is almost identical to Aly, Walk With Me. Eddy got away with changing little bits of his signature sound, but they won't, and their decision to not use live drums or bass in favour of programming doesn't exactly help either. This may be an album that rewards repeat listening, but only You Want The Candy really stands out at first, mainly because it is one of the few tracks to focus on melody rather than atmosphere. Lust Lust Lust is far from a bad album and delving into the shoegazing genre for inspiration wasn't a bad idea, but the results are a little disappointing. You can sound as cool and hip as you like, but if the songs aren't there, no amount of cultural pastiching will make it into something great.
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Soulja Boy - souljaboytellem.com
"Soulja Boy up in it (OH!) Watch Me Crank It. Watch Me Roll. Watch Me Crank Dat Soulja Boy,
that Super Man Dat (OH!). Now Watch Me Do. (Crank Dat Soulja). Now Watch Me Do. (Crank Dat Soulja). Now Watch Me Do. (Crank Dat Soulja). Now Watch Me Do. (Crank Dat Soulja).
Soulja Boy up in it (OH!). Watch Me Crank It. Watch Me Roll. Watch Me Crank Dat Soulja Boy,
that Super Man Dat (OH!). Now Watch Me Do. (Crank Dat Soulja). Now Watch Me Do. (Crank Dat Soulja). Now Watch Me Do. (Crank Dat Soulja). Now Watch Me Do. (Crank Dat Soulja)." Apologies for quoting most of Soulja Boy's hit single Crant That (Soulja Boy), but we just thought it was important to get across to you just how inane and pointless it is before we get started. Because Soulja Boy and his debut album Souljaboytellem.com represents the very worst that hip-hop and crunk in particular has to offer. There is actually no redeeming feature here. Nothing. It's like listening to Public Enemy if Chuck D wasn't there and Flavor Flav was an irritating teenager. Almost every song is built almost entirely around mindless repetition of the title, not in a memorable chorus, just in some kind of sinister mind-control style technique. Pass It To Arab, Sidekick, it doesn't matter what the song is, it's all just the same and he keeps on shouting out 'Superman' and 'Robocop' for reasons that defy comprehension. At least you can understand why he keeps on saying his own name (presumably he wouldn't remember it otherwise), and even on the cheesy ballad Soulja Girl he can't help but sample his other songs. It's not often we say this, but there is absolutely nothing likeable or enjoyable about this album, it's not even music, just noisy irritating ringtone fodder for morons.
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