Pop P!nk doesn’t disappoint
THE truth about P! nk is twofold: honesty and earworms.
Unlike the vast majority of her pop music contemporaries, P! nk is happy to look silly, hurt, slutty or a smart- mouth, it really doesn’t matter so long as it serves her art.
If she hates her husband Carey Hart or is angry with the President, she won’t hold back. And when she writes a song about it, it’ll often be the kind of spunky pop song that, like her stuff or not, will get stuck in your head for days and days.
Like her most recent albums, Truth About Love jumps through a bunch of genre hoops with an easy versatility. She’s comfortable doing ballads, pop or rock songs. She is also keen to collaborate with everyone, from British star Lily Allen to rap guru Eminem to indie upstarts Fun.
The album kicks off with an oh- so- P! nk party- starting rocker Are We All We Are. It’s hooky, it’s got handclaps and weirdly twisted backing vocals but it sounds like a hit, like a harder rocking version of Sia’s first album. Anyone who thought P! nk might run out of grit and grunt will leave disappointed.
Blow Me ( One Last Kiss) feels like its guitar melody was cribbed from somewhere. It’s not a bad song, just a little too familiar. Great shouty chorus, wave your lighters/ iPhones in the air.
P! nk’s ballads have worked a treat in the past, but Try isn’t up to the standard of her back catalogue, a bit of a snore. More impressive is Just Give Me A Reason, here she sounds like an artist who can do anything she wants.
Truelove with Lily Allen needs to be a single. It’s a perfect summer day song, light and fluffy and fun. Wouldn’t change a single note.
How Come You’re Not Here has P! nk getting mad about a dude who let her down. This is a growling rocker that’s also ready for radio. The guitar work is not inventive but the riffs are plenty chunky.
Slut Like You is the worst tune here by a mile. Vaguely electro- rock in style, it’s just bottom of the barrel tosh. The message is fine but the guitars, again, feel like a lawsuit waiting to happen.
The Eminem collaboration is curiously buried deep into the album, almost at the finish line.
Here Comes the Weekend is one of P! nk’s patented let’s- hit- the- town- andparty tracks, perhaps an odd choice for the now sober rap star. The song has a toughness, plus a certain swagger in the synths and rhythm section that is appealing. Eminem, well, he kills of course. Shame it’s only the one verse.
P! nk’s music is not really aimed at me, really, but everyone can appreciate that pop music is better off when she has a new album out.
P! NK The Truth About Love