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  • New Music Review: “This is Us” by Backstreet Boys

    Although I certainly have a soft spot for pop music, I’ve never been much of a Backstreet Boys fan. Even in their heyday, their music was pretty mediocre. It didn’t help that, after BSB resuscitated boy band fever in the mid-nineties, *Nsync came along and beat the stuffing out of them. However, you’ve got to give Howie, A.J., Nick and Brian props for their persistence. While *Nsync and 98 Degrees ran for the nearest exits the second that their musical style became passe, Backstreet’s hung around all these years. Granted, they haven’t been anywhere near as successful, but it’s a credit to them that they’re still in the industry making music. “This is Us” is their sixth American studio album, and after a couple of albums of the group going the adult contemporary/soft rock route, it finds BSB returning to dance/pop with a vengeance, armed with today’s hottest producers, tons of synthesizers, and even some of that dreaded Auto-tune.

    “This is Us” makes a valiant attempt to capture the heavily synthesized pop sound that’s so in vogue these days. This is probably due to a cast of writers and producers that include RedOne (who’s helmed GaGa’s hits), Ryan Tedder (of OneRepublic) and Jim Jonsin (who produced “Lollipop” for Lil Wayne). Unfortunately, that results in very little that sticks to the ribs. Part of that problem is due to the songwriting-memorable hooks are very hard to come by here, unlike back in the day when Max Martin and his team of writers and producers were able to come up with hooky, hummable lyrics. Even though Martin returns to the fold for one song (the fairly anonymous “Bigger”), his appearance doesn’t take away from the fact that, despite the caffeinated tempos, this album is relatively boring. Track after track of generic love (and anti-love) songs, with the only exception being the uncharacteristically horny “P.D.A.”, in which the fellas sing about being out in public with their “hands all on your booty”. While it’s certainly ear-catching, the guys sound like they’re trying too hard here, and come across as dirty old men in the process.

    Then there’s an issue that’s always plagued the Backstreet Boys. These dudes are almost totally anonymous as singers. While Justin Timberlake and JC Chasez were blessed with fantastic and unique voices, and Britney Spears’ voice is so computer-manipulated that it stands out, these guys sound totally beige. It’s not that they can’t sing or anything, just that there’s no real character or personality to their singing.

    While you’ve got to give BSB a little credit for not indulging their soppy ballad instincts on “This is Us”, it’s hard not to notice that the songs get better when the tempo slows a little bit. The two best songs on the album are the smooth groover “She’s a Dream” and album closer “Undone”. The former song has a pleasant, relaxed vibe with smooth harmonies that cancel out the inane lyrics (which are about how cool it is to flaunt your celebrity in front of your girl). It’s hard to stomach that this song was co-written and co-produced by (gulp) T-Pain. The latter song has hushed, dramatic harmonies as well as a smattering of real instruments. I have rarely been as happy to hear a guitar or piano in my life!

    I can’t really say that I’m disappointed by “This is Us”…because I really wasn’t expecting much. The whole Nineties boy-band thing was never really my bag, and although BSB were able to pull some great singles out of their collective hat, they’ve certainly never made an album that was better than average. They’ll never be unique or distinctive singers, and today’s crop of popular songwriters and producers (excepting a couple like Ne-Yo) don’t really lend themselves to strong lyrics or melodies. So, what you end up with is basically the sound of a group that was never that good in the first place spinning their wheels. Even if you’re a fan, you’d probably still be best served keeping your ten bucks in your pocket.

  • New Music Review: Mariah Carey’s “Memoirs of an Imperfect Angel”

    It’s been a long time since I’ve even been impressed by a Mariah Carey album. “The Emancipation of Mimi” was heralded as a return to form, but how many people these days want to listen to that album straight through as opposed to just playing “We Belong Together”? Last year’s “E=MC2”, was a shameless regurgitation of the previous album.

    So here we are, about 18 months later, and Mariah’s released another CD, “Memoirs of an Imperfect Angel”. First thing I noticed was “damn, what’s up with the nutty album titles?”. Second thing I noticed was “damn, those titties are like POW on the album cover!”. Third thing I noticed is that it was almost entirely written and produced by Mariah in association with production/writing team Tricky Stewart and The-Dream. These guys have had a pretty scattershot history with me-they’ve worked on songs that are undoubtable earworms, like Rihanna’s “Umbrella” and J. Holiday’s “Bed”. They’ve also come up with a few steaming piles of sh*t, like Beyonce’s “Single Ladies” and two solo albums of nonsense from The-Dream himself. Was I prepared for a whole album of this?

    So, here’s the verdict: “Memoirs” is not the complete trainwreck that I surmised it was going to be based on reviews and word of mouth from people I trusted. It could certainly be a lot better, although I think that has more to do with the production of the album than it does with the actual songs.

    One thing I can’t get over is the fact that the album sounds so damn STERILE. It would be nice to hear a live instrument now and then, but this album is totally synthetic and canned. Also, “Memoirs” never rises out of it’s midtempo slumber. It’s more or less the same keyboards, the same processed drum sounds at several slight variations on the same speed. That’s not what Mariah’s long-time audience is checing for. People who have been following M.C. since back in the day are looking for a little meat to their music.

    Mariah’s a fairly witty songwriter. She’s definitely got a knack for the kiss-off, whether she’s sneering “see right through you like you’re bathin’ in Windex” on “Obsessed” or cracking that “if we were two Lego blocks/even the Harvard University class of 2010/couldn’t put us back together again” on “Up Out My Face”. Hell, what other singer can you think of who would rhyme “Serato” with “model”, “McDonald’s”, “gelato”, “Picasso”, “soprano” and “me llamo”. Although her lyrics can occasionally sound like entries from a 14-year old girl’s diary, she’s also more than capable of coming up with a smart lyric when she wants to.

    In addition to the tempo of the music rarely rising above a crawl, Mariah’s voice sounds sleepier than ever. The belt that once pegged her as one of the most powerful singers around has all but disappeared, leaving her floating back and forth between a whispery coo that stopped being cute ten years ago and that inane dog-whistle voice, which she probably uses more here than on any album since her debut. She also uses her lower register more than usual here, especially on the song “H.A.T.E.U.”. On this track, the plodding tempo and Mariah’s emotionless vocal makes it sound like she’s been slipped about 500 sedatives and then pointed to the mic.

    Not to say “Memoirs” doesn’t have it’s moments. “It’s a Wrap” is a fairly sassy slice of throwback soul, while “Angels Cry” is a ballad with a very pretty melody and the most “pop” vibe of the album’s original songs. Then there’s “The Impossible”, a slow jam on which Mariah gets down with her man, a vocoder and some Jodeci and proceeds to make a song which gives off the vibe of some of the best bedroom soul of the past ten or fifteen years while not even being half as raunchy. However, that doesn’t make up for the bland anonymity of most of the other material, or the hideous chopped-and-screwed vocal effect that plays throughout “Ribbon”. It says a lot when the album’s best written song is 25 years old (for the record, that would be “I Want to Know What Love Is”, Mariah’s latest attempt to reclaim a Lite-FM favorite).

    I guess there’s a part of me that’s waiting for Mariah to get it right, to put all the pieces into place and make the album that I think she’s capable of making. She’s exhibited flashes of brilliance on damn near every album, but consistently surrounds that brilliance with tons upon tons of humdrum trend-hopping. Whitney Houston’s recent “I Look to You” proved that there can be successful compromises when it comes to mature female pop R&B singers that can still make commercially relevant music. Ms. Carey, I think it’s time to play catch-up.

  • “Single Ladies”: Better Than Beyonce?

    So, my buddy Kyle hipped me to this version of Beyonce’s “Single Ladies”, performed by an indie pop band called Pomplamoose. Not being a huge fan of the original (talk about a video making a song 1,000 times better), I wasn’t expecting much, but these guys did a great job here. I am SO not a hipster, so even though I’m kinda rolling my eyes at the ironic vintage tees and the skinny jeans, I’m tapping my foot to this neat cover.

    If you go over to their Youtube page, you’ll find a lot more goodness from these guys. I’m not sure where they’re based out of (why does something tell me they’re from Brooklyn?), but they’re pretty interesting. I highly recommend their version of Earth, Wind & Fire’s “September”.