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Post by Sugarknickers on Feb 10, 2005 22:44:36 GMT -5
three stars
Amos mixes a little honey into her oblique songs, with uneven results Tori Amos suffers from the same affliction as Prince and other freakishly talented musicians: Too smart and too foolish to take direction, she overreaches and ends up making music that's too abstract and oblique. On her eighth album, she does something much less expected: She squanders her gifts on a bland record. At its worst, The Beekeeper suggests a female John Mayer or Jack Johnson. Many of these underwritten, underproduced tunes sound as if Amos could have composed them in the supermarket express lane. Her duet with Irish folk singer Damien Rice, "The Power of Orange Knickers," is surprisingly direct and catchy, but the arrangement is startlingly sterile and dull. Fortunately, Beekeeper rallies in the second half. The title track brings back the flattering electronic sounds we heard on 1998's From the Choirgirl Hotel, and "Original Sinsuality" hearkens back to the harrowing starkness of Little Earthquakes. The frustrating part: With some ruthless editing and remixing, this maddeningly uneven eighty-minute disc could have been her best in ages.
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Post by Sugarknickers on Feb 10, 2005 22:46:51 GMT -5
Amos mixes a little honey into her oblique songs, with uneven results Tori Amos suffers from the same affliction as Prince and other freakishly talented musicians: Too smart and too foolish to take direction, she overreaches and ends up making music that's too abstract and oblique. On her eighth album, she does something much less expected: She squanders her gifts on a bland record. At its worst, The Beekeeper suggests a female John Mayer or Jack Johnson. Many of these underwritten, underproduced tunes sound as if Amos could have composed them in the supermarket express lane. Her duet with Irish folk singer Damien Rice, "The Power of Orange Knickers," is surprisingly direct and catchy, but the arrangement is startlingly sterile and dull. Fortunately, Beekeeper rallies in the second half. The title track brings back the flattering electronic sounds we heard on 1998's From the Choirgirl Hotel, and "Original Sinsuality" hearkens back to the harrowing starkness of Little Earthquakes. The frustrating part: With some ruthless editing and remixing, this maddeningly uneven eighty-minute disc could have been her best in ages. i completely agree. dont get me wrong..i love the cd BUT it did have some potential if put into the right producers hands.
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Post by T.C. on Feb 11, 2005 0:43:26 GMT -5
Her duet with Irish folk singer Damien Rice, "The Power of Orange Knickers," is surprisingly direct and catchy, but the arrangement is startlingly sterile and dull. that writer is on crack
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Post by astrid on Feb 11, 2005 10:14:58 GMT -5
i love jack johnson!
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Post by anjhestikins on Feb 11, 2005 11:03:13 GMT -5
yes, but there was a moment of clarity when he called her "freakishly talented"
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Post by T.C. on Feb 11, 2005 11:27:17 GMT -5
yes, but there was a moment of clarity when he called her "freakishly talented" alright. I'll grant you that one.
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Post by hazyday on Feb 11, 2005 21:26:55 GMT -5
The Beekeeper: Pretty much sucks. That's my review. :laugh:
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Post by HSW on Feb 12, 2005 19:50:03 GMT -5
See, that's why you don't work for Rolling Stone, not enough pseudo-intellectual claptrap.
You need to use words like "hearken", "oblique" and "pseudo-intellectual" a bit more ;D
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