On her third album, the former Nickelodeon star sheds the cute popstar image, adopting a message of empowerment that rings true
It's all about as demanding as an episode of [I]Due South[/I], and similar in tone: bittersweet, beefy, bland...
And there we have it. This is the Dr Morissette-approved gig-as-group-therapy-session, the difference being that Cohen, like, really digs having problems. He thinks it makes him seem more interesting.
He introduced one song as being about some "creep" who tried to sleep with his sister "because it was the nearest he could get to fucking me". Poor Adam Cohen. It must be tough, dealing with such helpless narcissism. Still, at least he got a song out of it, albeit one that sounds like Richard Marx arm-wrestling John Mellencamp.
It's all about as demanding as an episode of Due South, and similar in tone: bittersweet, beefy, bland. There's a song called 'Quarterback' about how Cohen wished he'd been a, well, quarterback. Jeff Buckley died for this?
A smarter and more mature film than the first Bad Neighbours, albeit one that still loves a good dick joke
A satisfying return to Verve form that’s also a churning maelstrom of death, riots, revolution, terrorism and two-faced politicians
Oscar Scheller’s been compared to Blur and Elastica, and that sounds about right
Medium-sized guests and the vibey sounds of tropical house combine on an album that's not quite euphoric