Album Review: Avril Lavinge – Goodbye Lullaby

Let’s look at Avril’s career to date. Her debut, Let Go was peppy pop punk hit, but her more serious follow-up, Under My Skin was decently received, and then hyper mall-punk The Best Damn Thing was probably her biggest success to date. The long and short? She does better when she goes for the pop jugular.

This is one of the things that her newest album, Goodbye Lullaby makes very apparent. Lead off single “What the Hell” is the most traditional Avril moment: cheeky, bratty, and surprisingly catchy. But even that song feels watered down compared to its predecessors”Sk8ter Boi” and “Girlfriend”; it feels too much like the song is trying to have fun.

Goodbye Lullaby doesn’t hit much on the fun. Of course, this is understandable as most of the material is in reaction to/about Avril’s recent divorce with Sum 41 frontman and Goodbye Lullaby producer Deryck Whibley (I cannot imagine this not leading to some awkward studio moments), and it shows. Not that there’s anything wrong with a break-up album; it did wonders for Bob Dylan, Marvin Gaye, and more recently, Beck.

Goodbye Lullaby trades in Avril’s usual punk rawking  for an acoustic and piano based approach to songwriting. It’s the standard “mature” sound, but…well, Avril’s voice doesn’t sound very mature. Even as she’s gotten older, she still sounds like a nasally 19 year old trying too hard, a problem I call Tom DeLonge Syndrome. There’s also a lot of Alanis Morissette on Goodbye Lullaby, “Push” in particular sounds like a send-up to the Jagged Little Pill star.

Much like her voice, Avril’s also stunted lyrically. Not to make light of personal woes, but there are only so many ways to show regret, sadness, and acceptance. The limiting factor here isn’t entirely the range of emotions, but the lack of depth to each one. The profanity also seems shoved in; the “Damn, damn, damn” chorus in “Wish You Were Here” is at least kind of acceptable thanks to the repetitive nature of the song, but “Smile” as a whole feels uncomfortably shoehorned.

Speaking of which, I read here and there that there were some creative disputes between Avril and her label while Goodbye Lullaby was in production. A look at the songwriting credits for the album implies a compromise; 4 songs with Max Martin and Shellback (big time producers), 3 songs with lead guitarist Evan Taubenfeld, and 6 standalone Avril credits.

Interestingly enough, though, success and failure are evenly spread. The Lavinge/Martin/Shellback team created “I Love You” and “What the Hell”, but are also responsible for the contrived album low-point “Smile”. Taubenfeld and Lavinge collaborated on the passable “Everybody Hurts”, but their other two enterprises, “Push” and “Not Enough” feel like filler. Lavinge for her part does alright with “Remember When” and the truly poignant closer “Goodbye”, but her other efforts are bland retreads (although it’s good to see that she’s trying).

Perhaps a more unified team effort would have helped Goodbye Lullaby, but as-is, this is a very so-so record. To give credit where credit is due, the production is very on-target, and Goodbye Lullaby isn’t all bad news. “What The Hell” is enjoyable radio fluff, “I Love You” is single-worthy, and “Goodbye” manages to achieve what Avril tried to do with 3 or 4 other songs. Not that the other songs are even that bad, they’re just incredibly cliche and boring. It’s the sound of someone trying to grasp onto something they don’t quite understand, and instead of using their own way of saying things, are stuck with the same old same old. Two and a half stars.

tl;dr: Despite a few flashes, Goodbye Lullaby never truly takes off. 2.5/5

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Radio Rant: Rihanna – S&M

Hey howdy hey, welcome back to Radio Rants. What am I dealing with this week? Sure, why not? I’ll be honest, I usually don’t mind Rihanna, but I’m always confused at how massively popular she gets off of so-so songs (see: “What’s My Name?”). She’s fairly run of the mill as far as pop stars go; she has no discernible weaknesses, but she never does anything to stay ahead of the pack besides not tanking, either. So let’s take a look at “S&M”.

The song kicks off with some genuinely annoying “na na na na come on”s and a synth hook that announced “S&M” as, you guessed it, another club pop song. Probably about sex. In fact, in terms of production, “S&M” follows the same formula as “Only Girl (In the World)”: bumpy little verse before a big chorus.

As far as lyrics go, “S&M” is predictably cliche and direct. Let’s see…is there a line about being bad being good?

Yes, there is: “Cause I may be bad, but I’m perfectly good at it”

Somethingsomething pain and pleasure? “Now the pain is my pleasure cause nothing could measure” Sweet, I’m 2 for 2!

Lemmie think…yaddyaddayadda, handcuffs, whips, chains, anything like that? “Sticks and stones may break my bones/But chains and whips excite me” Boom! Going 3 for–

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“Sticks and stones may beak my bones, but chains and whips excite me”? What the hell gives with these lyrics? Are horrible not-pick-up lines making a comeback in pop music? Between “Call me Mr. Flintstone, I can make your bed rock” and “If I said I want your body now, would you hold it against me?”, we’re scrapping the bottom of the barrel on lyrics.

And speaking of lyrics, does anyone else find it a little…odd that Rihanna is singing another song that’s so bluntly about aggression and domination in sex? There’s something a little off-kilter about one of the most famous victims of domestic abuse releasing a single saying “I like it rough”. Or maybe this is her way of dealing with it? Or maybe this is her using the incident as popularity for the song? I have no freaking clue.

It took a few listens for it to catch on, but the chorus here is pretty good, despite that godawful “Chains and whips excite me” line and some other duds. The synth line is kind of eh; “S&M” isn’t an especially well-produced track, but it’s easy enough to dance to.

Part of me still can’t believe how blunt this song is. I mean, yeah, songs about sex and kinky sex certainly aren’t anything new to pop music. Actually, I wouldn’t be surprised if a good 40% of Rihanna’s discography was about sex in some way or another, but “S&M” felt almost embarrassingly excessive. Like “Hey, you know what? I have sex. I totally have sex. I have sex all the time. OH MY GOD SEX IS ON MY MIND RIGHT. NOW.” excessive (more commonly known as Madonna-stage).

The song never really changes things up over the course of 4 minutes. There’s a little “S S S and M M M” outro paired with the “na na na na come on” bit, because one digitized vocal hook wasn’t nearly grating enough. If I’m being honest, “S&M” isn’t really impressive. It runs a little too long, the chorus is the only saving grace, and it feels more like album filler than a proper single. Ah well, at least it’s not too terrible.

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New Music: Wagers – New Guilt

Hey all, I’ve got some new music I’d like to share with you from an up and coming artist. The band is Wagers, and the album is their debut New Guilt.

New Guilt is rooted in New York punk rock; straight forward rock songs cranked out at galloping speeds. Coming in at 11 tracks and 25 minutes, it’s also a pretty brief record, but it goes down easy, and there’s enough variety to avoid monotony (although this could be a problem if Wagers breaks their brevity). The band starts off on the right foot with “Spun”, a hook-filled number that errs more towards their poppy-side. It’s a memorable tune with a fairly catchy chorus.

After the short instrumental “Red Shirt” comes the title track. With a Ramones-y riff and crashing drums leading the way, “New Guilt” comes out as vintage NY punk. The energy on the song is off the charts, and there’s a snarl in the chorus of “Who are you?” The breakdown bridge is a surprising but nice touch. Next song “Drunk Dial” has a more melodic side, but still manages to be just as hard hitting. The bass on this song shines through after being buried in the mix so far.

After a successful introduction, Wagers spends the middle of the record showing what they can do. “Hold the Reins” touts a short if tasteful guitar solo, as does “Sorry Scene”. “Drugs”, meanwhile, has a surf rock chord progression, but gets punked up enough to work just fine. By this point, the band is operating on two minute long songs: jump in, rock out, exit. Just as this formula starts wearing thin, “Getting Bent” goes from lean punk rocker to a Sonic Youth-esque freakout fadeout, pulling the listener back in.

After the delightfully sloppy “Food Stamps”, Wagers spends more time on the last two songs, “Running Wild” and “Feel Wrong”. “Running Wild” is reminiscent of Gaslight Anthem’s Boss-influenced punk rock, while there’s more Sonic Youth style experimentation on noisy closer “Feel Wrong”. The song starts off plenty frantic before finally closing on a different but intriguing jam, opening the young band’s door to other sounds.

All in all New Guilt isn’t the best record you’ll hear, but it’s definitely fun. Wagers is a punk band through and through: the bass gives a great low-end punch, the guitars bash out hasty but solid chord progressions and clever leads, the drums hit hard in all the right places, and the vocals hit just right. The production is extremely low-fi, but fairly clear, like the band’s playing in the room with you. Fast, furious, and full of promise, New Guilt is absolutely worth a listen; four stars.

tl;dr: another album in New York’s long punk traditon, 4/5.

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Album Review: Dropkick Murphys – Going Out in Style

Ok, I’m bad at time management and have waited until the last minute to pack for a ten day trip that I leave for tomorrow(should still be able to update), and I have almost no time left in my day. So today’s album review going live depends on me not looking at something incredibly dense like The King of Limbs.

So thank God and cheap booze for Boston’s Celtic punks the Dropkick Murphys releasing Going Out In Style this week. Dropkick’s a pretty reliable band; any new release of theirs is going to be a blast of blue collar punk rock with thrilling Celtic elements. You might even get a hilarious cover of a traditional Irish song in the mix. And dammit, the album is going to be fun.

Going Out In Style doesn’t do a damn thing to change this up. The singular change from 2007’s The Meanest of Times is that Going Out In Style is a concept record, but that’s only really informed from linear notes (including the obituary of our protagonist, Cornelius Larkin). Before you get worried over Dropkick Murphys doing a concept record, Cornelius is something of an allegory for the band and their folklore, so we’re still in prime Dropkick territory.

And that’s a great place to be. Opener “Hang’em High” is a great setup for the title track. “Going Out In Style” surges with drunken jubilant celebration (oh yeah, and a guest appearance by Fat Mike), and is sure to find its way on St. Patrick’s Day playlists the world over. The boys go freewheeling through “The Hardest Mile”, too, before kicking down a gear with “Cruel” (although the results are still great).

Civil War story “Broken Hymns” shows some surprising lyrical depth and a solemn pace, begging for lighter to go in the air. The acoustics on that song come back for “Take’Em Down”, a homage to The Clash if I ever heard one. If the band wasn’t so instrumentally solid, “Take’Em Down” would fall flat, but here it’s a great blue collar drinkin’ song.

Bruce Springsteen, The Boss himself, appears on the ramped up traditional cover (I called it!) “Peg O’ My Heart”, sounding more youthful and carefree than he has in years. Between “Peg O’ My Heart” and “The Irish Rover”, Going Out In Style closes on the same raucous, shout-along-I-dare-ya note that it began on.

There’s albums to mope about, and then there’s Going Out In Style, an album that pulls you in with one of its many hooks and never lets go. Ken Casey, Al Barr, and the rest of the bunch knock their way through somber tunes and electrified punk outs with an unseen tenacity. It’s fun, energetic, and one of my first favorite albums of the year. It’s even a notch about the usual Dropkick standard, four stars out of five.

tl;dr: St. Patty’s Day came early, four of five stars.

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