After six years of absence, the British singer returns to “Torch Songs”, with uneven success, in his new album.
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LED Zeppelin had chosen to simply number his first four albums, his people give the age she had at the beginning of their design. Here is the time of 30 for the British singer Adele and those who would expect a narrative of his most beautiful years before the quarantine crisis will be for their expense. Since its inception in 2008 with 19, the mezzo-soprano with a wide and heartbreaking voice threw its sights on the Torch Songs, these sentimental songs on the disappointed, lost or upset lovers who have made the glory of the Jazz divas and the drunk. The recent vicissitudes of its existence did not risk moving it away.
Here you have to give some information “People”, since this phenomenon of the disk industry – more than 120 million albums sold, 21 (2011) being the first bestseller of the XXI e Century -, however, paparazzi like the plague, made its discography an intimate newspaper on open pages: at a marriage in 2018 succeeded a separation, then a divorce three years later. This test is in the heart of 30, and it will be remembered that relational pain have often gave rise to large discs. After the painful because Braillard 25 (2015), this one would obviously please register in the wake of the canonical model, in the Wee Small Hours (1955), masterpiece of the Trombier Frank Sinatra, devastated by the cruelty of Ava Gardner, or Here, My Dear (1978), Gaye Marvin’s sorrow between two food pensions.
Gross emotion
The promise seems held as soon as the stringent by nature count, the singer opting for the caress rather than the passage in force. An organ, panoramic violins as they knew how to deploy Nelson Riddle, the Sinatra arranger, and a sweet voice at Julie London. “I will deposit flowers at my heart / for all my loves, in the present and in the dark”: that puts the atmosphere with lyricism, even if the words of Adele have never claimed to compete at the first prize of Poetry, it is rather words everyday, sometimes confidences of pub, privileging a gross emotion that his voice naturally amplifies. Another success, the ballad at the Easy piano it takes me back the admirer of Dusty Springfield in his comfort zone, but it is an undeniable tube, as this title launched in the preview in mid-October.
Alas, things spoil too quickly. Duos are often a punishment inflicted on the auditor, but what about this My Little Love? If the music – bounce line in rebound, heavenly voices and large strings – evokes Marvin Gaye, this dialogue between the mother and her fiston is frankly embarrassing. And it hardly arranges with Cry Your Heart Out, kind of rhythm’n’reggae where the adele stamp, his number one asset, was filtered and trafted – why not selftune, while is ? A heresy. It would have been preferred to hear it in the simplest device, captured by the zinc of a micro “head of death”, these magnificent antiques of the 1950s.
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