Pop P!nk doesn’t dis­ap­point

Sunday Tasmanian - Tassie Living - - MU­SIC - JAR­RAD BE­VAN

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

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