Yesterday was the official release date for Midnight Memories, One Direction’s third studio album. Aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Yessss!! No? Am I talking to the right demographic? It doesn’t matter. I’m here to talk to you about the important stuff, which is the music.
The music: holy smokes.
Our boys are still the same boys, even if they're now boys-verging-on-men, and they even helped write almost all the tracks on the new album. Let that sink in: it’s their very own words coming from their very own souls into my very own earphones.
Let's do this: track-by-track, first-but-not-final impressions.
(And if anyone can correctly list them in [...]
“You know what it is?” Braun asked me one day this summer. “My friend put it best. I’m a camp counsellor for pop stars.” Braun was in Los Angeles, where he lives, looking after his growing talent roster. His manner is amiable but volatile—half frat boy, half impresario—and he cuts the burly profile of an athlete during the off-season: he has large lips and a toothy mouth, and he has lately been wearing a close-trimmed beard. He had on his usual uniform, of a Yankees cap, jeans, and a Mickey Mouse T-shirt purchased at Disneyland, where he gets many of his T-shirts. “It’s a nonthreatening thing,” he said. “The whole [...]
NPR music blog The Record has a nice research-heavy post today running down 2010 in Billboard charts, looking at the trends and stats surrounding the best contemporary music available to our ears. Not surprisingly (irritatingly?), most of the hits this year fell into the pop category, and a lot of the credit goes to one songwriter by the name of Dr. Luke. As for the rest of the credits, they seem dominated by "an Apatovian cabal of producers and songwriters, except with buzzy guitars and handclap beats instead of pot jokes and life lessons for immature men." Indeed!