Robbie reinvents on new album
October 19, 2006 12:00am
Melbourne Herald Sun, Australia
CAMERON Adams checks out Robbie Williams' new album track by track.
There's a music-world cliche that when artists are in their imperial period they could release an album of themselves farting and it'd still make No.1.
Welcome to Robbie Williams' farting album: the experimental album he's made because he can.
Except Rudebox is the most interesting album he's done in six years.
Gone are the anthems ready-made to woo stadiums and keep Robbie's golden goose laying platinum eggs.
Rudebox has moments that may alienate Sharon and Shane Suburbia, yet he's never sounded so creative and musically alive.
Gone are his regular songwriters, replaced by dance and electronic producers, some famous, some not.
There's a handful of covers -- most obscure -- there's no rock, no real ballads and lots of rap.
This is everything a pop star of his status should do, but rarely does; completely reinvent himself and see just how open-minded his fans are.
Here is the rest of the article, track by track...
Rudebox - if you hate this single, you're going to loathe this album, the electro white-boy rap here wasnt a one off.
Viva Life On Mars - Robbie perfectly described this as "O Brother Where Art Thou meets Primal Scream when they were good". A cyber hoe-down with lyrical shout outs to George Michael's I Want Your Sex and Pet Shop Boys West End Girls.
Lovelight - The albums first cover and a master stroke. Robbie and producer Mark Ronson turn Lewis Taylor;s nsoul slowburner into a potent marriage of Jamiroquai and Justin Timberlake, complete with the falsetto he flirted with on Tripping and synths that sound like trapped beans. Gold.
Bongo Bong/Je Ne T'aime Plus - Another cover, this one French folk singer Manu Chao. Its not too different to the original, which means its alot of fun. Robbie goes tribal with help from beat king Mark Ronson, with Lily Allen along for the ride. Unlike anything he's done before, totally bonkers (the chorus runs "I'm the king of bongo baby") but totally brilliant.
She's Madonna - This is stunning. Robbie writes with the Pet Shop Boys and it sounds simultaneously morose and poptastic as you'd expect. The canny lyrics are about Guy Ritchie dumping his last girlfriend Tania Stecker (also one of Robbie's many ex-girlfriends) by saying "I love you baby, buy face it, she's Madonna". Robbie also shoehorns in the line "We're having drinks with Kate and Stella, Gwyneths here she's brought her fella" as well as random Madge song titles.
Keep On - An random collision of music - inspired by Happy Mondays - and gibberish lyrics that somehow works. More Lily Allen on backing vocals as Robbie notes "I think with my dingaling".
Good Doctor - Could have come from the Lily Allen album, a retro bluesy swagger with Robbie leaving illegal drugs behind for the over-the-counter variety: "No raves no more, just bedside cabinet". He also repeatedly says "Take that!" before comparing his chemical intake to that of of the late Who drug fiend Keith Moon.
The Actor - Another diversion, this is dark '80's Teutonic electro pop with a female starlet mocking the LA acting world along side Robbie's lyrics. Also includes a nod to Madge's Vogue.
Never Touch That Switch - The first real misfire, a throwaway electro mess written by is mates Soul Mekanik with no input from Robbie.
Louise - Faithful cover of the Human League's stark 1984 ballad. Produced by William Orbit, who adds trademark bleeps and electronic graffiti.
We're The Pet Shops - If the housewives havent given up yet, this cover will test them - its clearly here purely to amuse Robbie. This is a cover of My Robot Friend's obscure ode to the Pet Shop Boys, who also sing on it. Oh, the irony. SOunds just like Robbie fronting the Pet Shop Boys, he even gets to quote from a string of their hits.
Burslem Normals - Hmm. Downbeat electronic lament that is the anti-Angels.
Kiss Me - Easily the most sunthpop things he's done since Take That, here Robbie photcopies writing partner Stephen "Tin Tin" Duffy's 1985 hit. Commercial radio will wet their collective pants over this.
The 80's - The album's centrepieces see Robbie channel Mike Skinner of the Streets and Ian Dury fr is Brit rap. Robbie details his misspent youth of stolen cigarettes, flriting with drugs and losing his virginity. Fantatsic.
The 90's - Even better, detailing his start and messy end in boyband Take That. Frustratingly, his former manager Nigel Martn Smith has had enough of being dissed by Robbie and hence the huge gaps in this song are where offending lyrics have been removed because of a pending court case. Still, more sad lyrics about his time in the boy band ("I cant conform no more, I cant perform no more"), his clashs with Gary Barlow ("I met the other gys, one seemed like a c**k"), and his premature exit" "I'm thinking I can sing, why am I stood at the back? so f*** the band, give me vodka and gak." Best song on the album, but far from a hit.
Summertime - More William Orbit bleepy production, though the tune's a throwaway.
Dickhead - Abrasive hidden track, many will think its not hidden far enough.
The verdict: **** (4/5 stars - excellent)
After a few ropey auotpilot albums that seemingly pleased everyone but himself, Robbie's returned to being a risk-taking, divisive, exciting pop star not afaid to shed fans to save his sanity. Welcome back.
Thanks to tlc at TRWS
:yahoo:
This guy has always slated Rob so this is a total triumph :cheer: