Lily Allen returns after a seven-year musical hiatus with an emotionally direct–even blunt–breakup record.
In fact it’s so emotionally direct that we’ll make the editorial choice here of sparing you the more bruising (perhaps cringe-inducing) portions of the story, which details the demise of her relationship with American actor David Harbour.
The “palace” she refers to in multiple songs is a fairly accurate description of the house she and Harbour offered a tour of for Architectural Digest.
As a songwriter, Allen is gifted with an arch sense of humor that can mold even the emotional distress of a breakup into worthwhile entertainment, as she’s done on the highlights we include.
The parts of the album one imagines were difficult to write would also be difficult to listen to repeatedly, the pain being almost too real at times. But the musical hooks make the songs irresistible none the less.
Listening to the cheekily-titled highlight “4Chan Stan” is like walking in on a marital spat. Allen isn’t one to dress up pain in cliche, generality or indirect reference. The unflinching detail makes it real, immediate. It’s great songwriting, provided you have the stomach for it.
One may speculate that the title of Pet Shop Boys’ 2002 Release album is a reference to letting go of hipness for maturity.
Certainly their electronic disco pop sound–the one that made them seem like trend setters across the two previous decades–is muted here.
And the record’s lyrics generally reflect a more experienced, worldly point of view.
Where their previous album or two had seen them growing a bit stale, Release shows them reinventing themselves a bit for a new decade. And as it turns out, some of their best work was ahead of them.
As the title of Ruben Romero’s Flamenco Southwest suggests, the virtuoso flamenco guitarist fuses the genre’s traditional Spanish technique with Native American traditions.
He’s collaborated with the Denver Symphony and the Minnesota Orchestra and accompanied flamenco dancers in competitions.
Jewel, with a wig, glasses, fake nose and fake, uh, butt, performs Jewel songss in front of an unsuspecting karaoke audience at the appropriately-named Gaslite bar.