Sunday, 22 November 2009

#1 this week: The Black Eyed Peas - Meet Me Halfway



The Black Eyed Peas' story is a weird one. They started out life as a West Coast hip-hop group called Atban Klann, signed to Ruthless Records in 1992, and making their first appearance on record as guests on an Eazy-E song called - I shit you not - 'Merry Muthaphuckkin' Xmas'. After Eazy-E's death in 1995, the group was dropped from Ruthless and, after a quick lineup change, became the Black Eyed Peas. Under that name, they released two moderately successful albums of backpacker-friendly leftfield rap, featuring collaborations with De La Soul, Jurassic 5, Mos Def, and DJ Premier. Then, in 2003, they were suddenly skyrocketed to global superstardom by 'Where Is The Love?', an anti-war, anti-materialism protest song, which claimed - among other things - that the American public were being lied to about the reasons behind the Iraq war, and that, er, the C.I.A. were terrorists. The song had an awkward, naïve beauty about it - something like a 'What's Going On' for the 2000s. Astonishingly, 'Where Is The Love?' made number one in thirteen countries, including a six-week run at the top of the UK charts.

Since then, the Peas have been chart fixtures on both sides of the Atlantic, mostly turning out vacuous party music that had ranged from the pretty great to the unspeakably bad. (I told you it was a weird story.) And in 2009 their success levels have hit even greater highs. In the US, they were at number one for a record-breaking 26 consecutive weeks - half the year - with 'Boom Boom Pow' and 'I Gotta Feeling'. Both songs also made the top spot over here, and now that 'Meet Me Halfway' has done the same, the Peas are the first American artist since Blondie in 1980 to have three UK number ones in the same calender year.

For such a massive group, the Black Eyed Peas have virtually no solid, recognisable identity; their three massive 2009 hits don't feel particularly like the work of the same artist. That's not always a bad thing, but 'Meet Me Halfway' feels bewilderingly hollow and half-baked. It's catchy and pretty enough in a superficial sort of way, but the lyrics don't add up to anything and there's no real feeling in it. Their expensive video for the song - like the overchoreographed X Factor performance that propelled the song to number one - is all fuss and bluster, empty stadium grandiosity with no point to it.

A postscript. In January 2009, at the dawning of their most successful year yet, the Black Eyed Peas performed at Barack Obama's presidential inauguration. They did 'Where Is The Love?'. But they studiously left out the bit about the C.I.A. being terrorists. Of course.

Friday, 13 November 2009

#1 this week: JLS - Everybody In Love



X Factor's domination of mainstream British pop continues; whether the show is saving or destroying mainstream British pop depends, I suppose, on your perspective. It probably depends mostly on what you think about the specific model of pop music that we get from the show, and from records like this - Pop Music, with a capital P, music marketed mostly at teens, designed not to alienate their parents, mainstream music as inoffensive family entertainment: perfect for X Factor's Saturday teatime mentality. It's a model that has been around since at least the '50s, going in and out of popularity, and it's not going anywhere anytime soon.

The usual (only?) subject matter for Pop Music of this sort has been love and romantic relationships; and there's a certain way of singing about love when your target audience have no actual experience of adult relationships. And ever since the '50s, teenpop has mystified and deified love, selling young kids the idea of love as an overwhelming, irresistable, all-consuming force. From Phil Spector's girlgroups through to Boyzone and Westlife, the most common trope has been the earnest declaration of unconditional devotion. Never Gonna Give You Up. No Matter What.

JLS' 'Everybody In Love' falls into this tradition more squarely than any record in recent memory. "You know you love someone," JLS' teenage fans are advised, "when the need is so strong - when they're gone, you don't know how to go on". When you're in love, you see, nothing else matters, every hour without your beloved is like a day, you can't eat, you can't sleep, and so on. This construction of romantic love, the idea that something could matter that much, is irresistable. It's songs like this that make us fall in love with the idea of love before we ever fall in love with another person. And JLS make this invitation to get in on the act explicit when they turn away from singing about individual feelings to go all communal on us: "EVERYBODY IN LOVE - GO ON, PUT YOUR HANDS UP - IF YOU'RE IN LOVE, PUT YOUR HANDS UP!" Only capitals will do. Don't you want to feel something this intense? They make it harder not to put your hands up. That's what Pop Music has been doing since its inception.

Friday, 6 November 2009



Wayneandwax on UK Funky, 'funkiness', and African-ness.

Thursday, 5 November 2009

"My favourite rapper used to say check-check out my melody": 50 Cent and the gangsta-safe octave



Man, 50 Cent is funny. If he didn't exist, someone would have to invent him. He's literally like some sort of rap supervillain; he acts like he's utterly determined to embody all of the worst impulses in hip-hop. Even the worst impulses that contradict the other worst impulses.

The reason I bring this up is because 50 recently said some stuff on the radio (he drops interviews the way other MCs drop freestyles) that tallies with some of the stuff I started tangentially rambling about in my recent post on Chipmunk. Specifically, the equation of melody with weakness.

Ron Mexico over at XXL has blogged about this here. 50 starts out by identifying the equation of melody with weakness as an unfair prejudice held by hip-hop fans:

“They want the hard music from me. They want what I fell in love with from KRS-One and Criminal Minded… And, I understand it because what they would say is wrong with a 50 Cent record is what they enjoy from Drake... When he’s singing on his choruses nobody has an issue because he doesn’t come from a tough background.”


When it's pointed out to 50 that, many moons ago, he attacked Ja Rule for making melodic songs, he clarifies:

“[Ja Rule] was actually trying to hit notes. Like, going away from just using the monotone singing bass in your speaking voice.”


Ron Mexico offers the following commentary:

"50 Cent issues a formal excuse for why his girly gangsta sing-alongs are more acceptable than Ja Rule’s. Apparently Rule tried a little too hard to be a real singer, which, as you remember, wasn’t gangsta enough. In 50’s mind, Ja Rule’s attempts to hit notes made his music fraudulent and unworthy for public consumption. 50 believes that he never left the confines of what he calls 'monotone singing'. I don’t know what that’s supposed to mean, but I am assuming he’s implying that he stays within a certain gangsta-safe octave."


So, yeah, pretty funny. This prompted a couple of thoughts. First of all, I think singing is connected with emotional disinhibition. Emotional disinhibition is problematic for hip-hop's tough-guy masculinity because it makes one vulnerable. (Jay Smooth is brilliant on this.) It's more acceptable for rappers to display emotions like anger than it is for them to display 'softer' emotions which might betray emotional weakness, and it's these latter sort of emotions which singing is generally held to express. Hence Chuck D, in 1988, raging "you singers are spineless/as you sing your senseless songs to the mindless/your general subject, love, is minimal". Hence Eminem, in 2002, opting to sing, rather than rap, the first genuinely happy he song he'd ever recorded since becoming Slim Shady - 'Hailie's Song', about how much he loves his daughter. (He even introduces the song by saying, "I can't sing, but I feel like singing; I want to fuckin' sing, 'cause I'm happy".) Hence 50 Cent's contrast between himself and Drake; it's okay for Drake to sing (the thought goes) because he doesn't come from a tough background, and if you genuinely come from a tough background, you have your guard up all the time, and don't - as a matter of survival - go around displaying weakness. You're supposed to be emotionally inhibited. (Remember Mobb Deep's chilling, straightfaced dedication of their greatest moment, 1995's 'Shook Ones Part II', to "real niggas who ain't got no feelings"? 50 Cent loves Mobb Deep. He signed them to G-Unit.) Hence, even, 50's apparently ridiculous contrast between himself and Ja Rule; 50 sings in the acceptable 'gangsta-safe octave' because his singing, so he claims, never wavers from the 'bass' of his speaking voice: i.e., he sings like he's still got his emotional guard up.

...all of which puts a slightly different spin on the stuff I was going on about in that Chipmunk post. Singing, maybe, comes across as evidence that someone hasn't really internalised all the proper stifling, inhibiting codes of working class masculinity; and so it might seem like a flag denoting a lack of authenticity in someone who claims to come from what 50 Cent calls a 'tough background'. Which is, maybe, why it's okay for Jay-Z to get hooks from Rihanna and Alicia Keys, while boasting "my raps don't have melodies" on 'D.O.A. (Death Of Autotune)'. It's okay for them to have melodies. Maybe Drake is allowed to sing, too. Not Jay-Z, though.

(I feel like maybe I haven't made clear enough that I think all of the above is absolutely ridiculous, fucked up, and wrong. Obviously I do. I'm just interested in teasing out the structure of these ways of thinking.)


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Secondly.... 50 Cent, generally. His plight comes from the fact that, as I say, he's trying to navigate two different sets of values that have come into conflict with each other. On the one hand, he's internalised the stereotype of the rapper-as-hustler pursuing wealth - and power - at all costs. This is the guy who released two albums called Get Rich Or Die Tryin', not to mention one called Power Of The Dollar. Oh, and there was 'I Get Money'. Now, this means being a pop rapper, who makes catchy, radio friendly songs with R&B singers on the hooks. On the other hand, he's equally supposed to embody the equally powerful stereotype of the rapper as a hard man, a 'gangster' from the 'streets', who identifies himself with 'street' values. This means, a la MC Ren on 'Final Frontier', pouring scorn upon pop rappers who make catchy, radio-friendly songs with R&B singers on the hook - those guys are inauthentic, fakers. That's why 50 was both making pop songs and having a go at Ja Rule for making pop songs.

When 50 first shot to prominence in 2003, it was in part because he managed to pull off the almost-impossible trick of appearing to do both of these things. You can have your pop songs, and you can have your 'authentic' street/thug credibility too. This have-your-cake-and-eat-it model had been lived out already by rap's great twin martyrs, 2Pac and the Notorious B.I.G. But both of those men had portrayed themselves as self-destructive and self-hating; each was obviously and explicitly a walking nest of contradictions. Listening to the work of either, you sense that a violent, untimely demise seems like the only possible outcome.

50's not like that; he's too smooth, too calculated, and has nothing of the rough, intuitive unpredictability of his doomed predecessors. He's also still alive. So the contradictions that he embodied from the start have long since caught up with him, to the point that he looks increasingly ridiculous, a walking joke driven to absurdities like the ones quoted above to try to make sense of his own behaviour.

Wednesday, 28 October 2009

#1 this week: Cheryl Cole - Fight For This Love



Okay, I'm just going to come right out and say it: 'Fight For This Love' isn't emotionally convincing, and the reason that it isn't emotionally convincing is because of its terrible, terrible lyrics.

The song is basically saying: "hey, our relationship has run into trouble, but rather than breaking up, let's try and work it out, even if that seems difficult". But the lyric sheet is really just a string of vague clichés and empty platitudes. What kinds of problems are there? What exactly makes the relationship worth saving? 'Fight For This Love' doesn't tell us. It just tells us that, you know, love ain't no walk in the park, and, hey, even the good can be a curse. Hmmm.

There's a very good reason, of course, that 'Fight For This Love' is so full of vague gesture and so lacking in detail and specificity. Lest we forget, this is the song that has been chosen to launch National Sweetheart Cheryl Cole as a solo pop superstar. Our reading of the song is supposed to be informed and framed by the fact that it's by Cheryl; we're supposed to fill in the blanks with the details of her own life. Basically, her footballer husband cheated on her. Repeatedly, apparently. And in standing by him anyway, Cheryl has become, in people's heads, some sort of Patron Saint of Working Things Out. Our Cheryl. Good old Cheryl. 'Fight For This Love' clearly plays on this status.

In order to work, then, the song needs to sweep the messy details under the rug. Relationship problems are transformed, by sleight of hand, from issues of concrete wrongdoing into general features of the universe: it's not that he slept with that glamour model, it's that "every day ain't gonna be no picnic". See? Sounds much better. And that's the cheat, the reason why 'Fight For This Love' can't get into details, why it needs to deal in vague platitudes. The record's warm, reconcilatory, egalitarian tone can only be read as autobiographical if we don't fill out too many of the details. If the record were to admit to itself what's really going on, it'd be more like 'Stand By Your Man'; but you can't do records like that anymore without them sounding desperate and fucked up. The failure of 'Fight For This Love', by contrast, is its refusal to acknowledge that there might be anything unhealthy going on here.

The overall effect, then, of 'Fight For This Love' is to mystify relationship difficulties in a way that removes blame, and to deify 'love' as something that's always worth fighting for, when 'fighting' means enduring misery and forgiving any wrongdoing. ("All you can do is make the best of it," Cheryl sings, "can't be afraid of the dark.") That's all this record can say, because it won't get into any of the messy details. Our Cheryl, good old Cheryl. Hmmmmmm.

All of which is a shame, because before you start thinking about any of that stuff, 'Fight For This Love' really is a damn good song. It's got a subtle, understated prettiness, a gentle, warm, musical hug that says everything's going to be all right. Cheryl's vocal performance is really something, too, light and airy when it needs to be, strong and anchored when it needs to be. Love here really is deified, with Cheryl casting herself more as an angel than a real, suffering woman ("you're not in this thing alone, there's always a place with me that you can call home"). Her love is really unconditional. She paints a nice picture. But it all falls apart when you start picking at the details. You shouldn't be convinced.

Friday, 23 October 2009

Forge Radio

I'm on Forge Radio with Ad again tomorrow (Saturday 24th) between 12:00 and 13:30. I'll be playing as much stuff as I can get into 90 minutes, and will probably be goaded by Ad into rambling about it as well. I'm sure you can 'listen again' after the fact if you can't listen live.

#1 this week: Alexandra Burke - Bad Boys



Ooh way! Ooh wah! I haven't checked, but I don't think that this one is another Leonard Cohen cover. Alexandra launches her pop career proper with this sledgehammer electro-soul stomper, all about how much she fancies, er, 'bad' boys. All the talk of being "drawn to danger", "playing with fire" and being divided "halfway between wrong and right" should, on paper, sound a bit edgy, but none of that business is very convincing; Alex is more honest when she sings "some think it's complicated, but they're straight up fun for me!" To whit, 'Bad Boys' is supposed to be uncomplicated fun; a campy bit of Grease pop that doesn't ask or answer any difficult questions. To that end, the exact 'bad boy' credentials necessary to impress Alexandra are left deliberately vague. Are the 'bad boys' in question serial murderers? BNP members? Or do they just sometimes phone in sick for work because they're hungover?

Comedy rap goon Flo Rida doesn't tell us much more than Alexandra does on this matter, although he does offer the mind-boggling grammatical construction "with even the alphabet she only sings the crooked letters". Of course she does. I wouldn't mind a remix of 'Bad Boys' which replaced Flo Rida with Ghostface Killah, who could wail nasally about how much Alexandra Burke wants to sleep with him because he, I don't know, abducted the pet rabbit of a rival crime boss, cut it up and sent it back to him in the mail. You know, that sort of thing. The people need details.

Anyway, I digress, and on its own terms 'Bad Boys' is a pretty awesome pop song, largely thanks to its possession of a chorus massive enough to steamroller complicated questions, those brilliant stupid-fun "ooh way! ooh wah!" backing vocals, and an awesome ending which goes "ooh way! ooh way! ooh wah! DUR-DUR-DUR-DUR-DUR-DUR-BAD-BOYS-BAD-BOYS!"

As an aside, it's something of a testament to the influential power of the X Factor on mainstream British pop at the moment that the next three number one singles after Alexandra are likely to be by Cheryl Cole, JLS and Leona Lewis. The show is the closest thing now to Top Of The Pops, the only cultural force which genuinely brings huge numbers of people together around pop music. Of course, with TOTP you had to have a hit record before you got on the TV, which increasingly is not how things work these days. Anyway, here's hoping this time next year Stacey Solomon is dropping a dubstep-influenced electroballad debut single about the Crimean War. Featuring Drake, probably.