Amaarae does a lot of things with Fountain Baby. Some of it is great, some of it less so but the variety is tremendous. The best part of it is the horniness. “Sociopathic Dance Queen” has it in spades and is excellent for it and the same is true for “Co-Star.” This is also just clever music. The layers in “Disguise” are greatly compelling. There are some misses here, like the punk of “Sex, Violence, Suicide” but there’s a lot of things that work well and a lot of good music and you’re sure to find plenty to groove to.
“Shit Talk” is a magnificent song. A single song can absolutely make an album and “Shit Talk” is Sufjan’s best song yet. Crafting a song delicate and intricate enough to carry the emotion running through the song is virtuostic. The song ripples through and around the central contradiction fluidly as the line “I will always love you / but I cannot look at you” melds into the chorus of “I will always love you” and as “No more fighting” morphs to “Hold me closely / hold me tightly, lest I fall” morphs to “I don’t wanna fight at all.” It’s a song more charged by the unfortunate circumstances of Sufjan’s recent life, but would be a masterpiece no matter the context.
The rest of the album doesn’t quite live up to this standard. It opens with “Goodbye Evergreen” and “A Running Start,” both of which are reasonably tuneful but less interesting than I would like and then it ends with “There’s A World” which is again a solid melody but too Simon & Garfunkel for a Sufjan album. I do quite like “Genuflecting Ghost” and “My Red Little Fox” though and “Everything That Rises” is good folk-rock by way of Radiohead.
There is some inconsistency but Javelin ranges from good to some of the best music you will hear this year and you can’t miss that.
I actually really like this album. In many ways, this is a low for Drake. His strength has never been his albums. He’s a man of moments, not of album-sized statements. This is the first time that there hasn’t even been a single to attach to. However, this is the easiest of his albums to just listen to. He’s had higher highs in all of his other albums but he has also had lower lows.
Honestly, I approach this album as background music. This is the rap equivalent of smooth jazz to me. Even the provocations that he puts in here – the shots at Rihanna, at Esparanza Spalding, the J. Cole feature – don’t really register as something worth thinking about. This is now all such well-trod ground. His talk about women is all stuff we’ve heard from him before. The 21 Savage feature is the same 21 Savage sound we’ve heard before. The Bad Bunny one is the same.
There are a couple of things that I do want to highlight. I really like “7969 Santa.” The production is so open and the song has so much space in it and the “I Don’t Like” sample is quite good. I also want to shout out the chorus of “Rich Baby Daddy” which finally brought out a little energy in Drake.
However, these are mostly just far too many songs that provide really easy-to-find grooves. One of the defenses of bloat is that you can build your own 10-track playlist from the raw materials it provides you, but honestly if I do that with Drake, none of these songs will make it. I’m never going to play this album or any track from it again. This is the least interesting Drake has ever been and somehow the most listenable album he’s ever made.
Olivia Rodrigo is very young and there’s nothing that’ll make you feel old quicker than a young popstar. Much of the best music is about bad decisions. “bad idea right?” manages to fall on the right side of making it sound fun. Even better is the soft vocalizing going into grunge. She moves into punk rock with this album and it suits her well. The rock is particularly good in the highlight of the album “ballad of a homeschooled girl.” She hits the chorus perfectly and the stripped-down storytelling is excellent. This is great lo-fi rock and shows her to her best.
“get him back” leans even harder into the mistakes of youth and ends up unconvincing. The rock is fun and the double meaning is cute, but there could have been a fun tension between the two halves of the song and instead it’s just cliche. This tendency towards easy-to-consume narratives regularly brings the album down. “all-american bitch” gestures to Didion (even if the essay has something very different to say), but there’s an honesty in Didion that you don’t see here. SOUR was a sharper, more pointed album and one that had a central motivation that gave Rodrigo a way to be honest. GUTS misses that and so leans hard on tropes instead.
I do really like the move to rock and to punk though. The ballads here like “teenage dream” and “making the bed” do nothing for me, but when she rocks out, she has fun and energy and it’s a great look for her. She’s big enough now to be able to take some risks as she fully defines herself and this was one that paid off magnificently.
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