rolling in the deep
I came to Adele late, just early this year, and I only got a copy of 21 a week ago.
Sweet god, she can sing.
I mean, I'd listened to 19 and thought, damn, she can sing. And "Chasing Pavements" was deservedly a hit. I greatly enjoyed the album and figured I'd definitely follow her career, and borrow her albums from friends.
Then I thought, well, I really like her and definitely want to support her, and look, here's a 20% discount on her albums, okay, let's buy them.
So I did.
And then I listened to 21.
Holy Fuck Me.
It's still early days to be saying this, but "Rolling in the Deep" may well be the best song of the year.
"Rumor Has It" might be the best kiss-off I've ever heard (aeons more mature than the angry adolescent growl of "You Oughta Know," which will always have a place in my heart). The rest of the album is great, too.
And the wonderful, delightful part that makes me giggle in absolute glee?
Adele could sing this wonderful music in her cathedral-sized voice for the rest of a very long career. Soul (blue-eyed and black) is a genre with a vocabulary that encourages its artists to mature; it doesn't market itself through the shaking of a piece of ass.
Thank the muses that Adele isn't a pop singer, because it means we get to listen to her for as long as she cares to sing for us. If we're lucky, that could be a long, long time.
Sweet god, she can sing.
I mean, I'd listened to 19 and thought, damn, she can sing. And "Chasing Pavements" was deservedly a hit. I greatly enjoyed the album and figured I'd definitely follow her career, and borrow her albums from friends.
Then I thought, well, I really like her and definitely want to support her, and look, here's a 20% discount on her albums, okay, let's buy them.
So I did.
And then I listened to 21.
Holy Fuck Me.
It's still early days to be saying this, but "Rolling in the Deep" may well be the best song of the year.
"Rumor Has It" might be the best kiss-off I've ever heard (aeons more mature than the angry adolescent growl of "You Oughta Know," which will always have a place in my heart). The rest of the album is great, too.
And the wonderful, delightful part that makes me giggle in absolute glee?
Adele could sing this wonderful music in her cathedral-sized voice for the rest of a very long career. Soul (blue-eyed and black) is a genre with a vocabulary that encourages its artists to mature; it doesn't market itself through the shaking of a piece of ass.
Thank the muses that Adele isn't a pop singer, because it means we get to listen to her for as long as she cares to sing for us. If we're lucky, that could be a long, long time.