- Breakin’ the Chains of Love: 👍🏻
- Dear Mr. President: 👍🏻
- Pickin’ Up the Pieces: 👍🏻
- MoneyGrabber: 👍🏻
- L.O.V.: 👍🏻
- News 4 U: 👍🏻
- Don’t Gotta Work It Out: 👍🏻
- Rich Girls: 👍🏻
- Winds of Change: 🤷♂️
- Tighter: 👍🏻
I’ve never heard an Ed Sheeran song before today so I didn’t really know what to expect. Not in a million lifetimes, though, would I have guessed that the first song on his first album would be about a literal crack whore. I made the mistake of getting my hopes up after enjoying the first track. It was all down hill from there.
I think it’s unfair to say that my favorite part of this album is that it’s finite and it eventually ended. So instead I’ll say my favorite part was the silence between the end of the last track and the start of the bonus track.
Tangent: it seems super weird to me that bonus tracks are still a thing. No one makes 8+ minute long pop songs. They were weird to begin with, but at least before digital music you didn’t find it unless you just kept listening to the silence at the end of a tape or CD. Further tangent: did records have hidden tracks? If so, were they in a separate literal track? EG did you have to physically move the needle to another cut in the vinyl to hear it?
Given that this is Pop music, I was basically expecting the not-very-good music and the vapid and/or boring lyrics. I was also expecting the mixing to be bad. But boy howdy was the mixing awful. Like burn the studio to the ground and fire all the staff and start over awful. It started out worse than I was expecting and just kept getting worse. Every time I thought “it couldn’t possibly get any worse” and then it got worse. By the time we get to Give Me Love, the “last” track, the bass sounds less like a drum or even a synthesized drum and more like a bad recording of a bag of wet cement being dropped on the ground. I don’t know how people can tolerate how bad this sounds.
Up until today, I thought Waiting on the World to Change was the worst Pop song I’d ever heard.
It’s not that we don’t care; it’s that we know that the fight ain’t fair. So we keep waiting on the world to change.
In other words, “It was hard so we quit until someone else fixes our problems.” I thought that was as bad as it could get. But then I heard Wake Me Up; a song about a broken DVD player and not owning Blu-ray and something about VHS. Followed by getting beaten at video games and throwing the controller. Oh and also something about loving Shrek and watching it 12 times. WTF.
I still remember the first time I heard a Gin Wigmore song. Someone sent me a YouTube link and asked me what I thought of it. The song was Kill of the Night, and I said listening to it felt like being grabbed by the short hairs … in a good way. I think about that every time I hear the song, because it’s still true. It’s one of those songs that … well, grabs me every time I hear it; like Gimme Shelter.
I decided to follow up yesterday’s Melody Gardot with today’s Gin Wigmore because I was expecting a huge contrast in the albums, but I was surprised to find a lot of similarity in them even though the sounds are distinctly different. Both are female singers, with lots of songs I enjoy. They both have a lot of musical texture, for lack of a better word, while the singing does most of the heavy lifting. And in both albums, even in the songs I don’t care for, I still think they’re good; just not to my taste. Finally both albums are just sexy, though in very different ways. Melody Gardot is what you listen to when you want to spend all day in bed making love. Gin Wigmore is what you hear bleeding through the walls while you’re fucking in a roadhouse bathroom.