Making the connection
grounded in classical piano and vintage soul, she sang about the ups and downs of romance, but she also took note of ‘‘A Woman’s Worth.’’ She was only on her second album when she co-founded the nonprofit Keep a Child Alive, which supports medical care in Africa and India, back in 2003.
Keys’ previous album, ‘‘Here,’’ was pointedly topical, addressing poverty, addiction, sexuality and environmental destruction with her rawest music, stretching toward hip-hop and jazz and putting grit in her voice. She stays topical on ‘‘Alicia’’ with ‘‘Perfect Way to Die,’’ defying its chamber-music arrangement with vocals that rise to tearful peaks as she sings about the deaths of Trayvon Martin and Sandra Bland and the protests that followed.
Keys reclaims most of her usual composure on ‘‘Alicia,’’ but it’s often tinged with ambivalence, even in love songs. The music, largely produced by Keys with an ever-changing assortment of songwriters and producers that includes Johnny Mcdaid, Christopher A. (Tricky) Stewart and Ludwig Goransson, often hollows itself out around her, opening deep bass chasms or surrounding sparse instrumentation with echoey voids.
‘‘Time Machine’’ sees ‘‘beauty in everything,’’ but only after noting lingering, deep-seated fears and the unstoppable passage of time; its most striking moment is its pre-chorus, a banshee choir of voices urging, ‘‘Go out of your mind.’’ Keys shares ‘‘3 Hour Drive’’ with British singer Sampha, in a call-and-response amid slow-drip percussion and downhearted descending chords, both of them mourning that they’re no longer together.
She has happier love songs, like ‘‘Show Me Love,’’ a teasing, sinuous duet with Miguel, and ‘‘Love Looks Better,’’ a brawny march (akin to ‘‘Girl on Fire’’) that proclaims, ‘‘All I wanna do is you.’’
But as she does in her book, she also grapples with other people’s expectations in ‘‘Gramercy Park,’’ a country-ish waltz that apologizes for ‘‘trying to be everything you want me to be,’’ and ‘‘So Done,’’ a duet with Khalid, over guitars and ticking percussion, about leaving behind ‘‘fighting myself, going to hell’’ to be ‘‘living the way that I want.’’
In her extensive musical catalog, Keys shows far less compromise than her recollection suggests. She has collaborated across the spectrum with rappers, crooners, rockers, producers and songwriters, but her personality has never been submerged. She’s welcoming, compassionate and open to ideas. But she’s nobody’s underling.