a specific kind of sonic stockholm syndrome: joosts frantic, high-decibel assault delivery (that teeters bw ironized gabber-mc posturing & genuine vocal friction) initially feels like a barrier to enter. yet, once you acclimate to his jagged, ‘unorthodox’ cadence, the records identity (at least at some point) reveals itself as a hyperactive joyride. that said—still not for me.
a bunch of so-so mariah carey songs (we almost heard from her before) & the absolute charm of what touch my body is (easily top 10 from her discography)
consistently engrossing. sort of a perfect conclusion (unless the followups ended up on the same spectrum) to what i deem a three-album run of this sound (& also my personal fav era) from 1997's butterfly to 1999's rainbow to 2002's charmbracelet.
for the first time (so far) in my mariah carey marathon, i literally had to stop what i was doing & really pay attention. it was that alluring to the ears—these melodies, song after song after song, were such a blessing!
this band has the miraculous ability to write & make songs so uninteresting & dreary for a ballad... immediate retirement is a must
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