Did Michael Moore creative-direct this song? If he didn’t, he should be throwing his AmEx cards at Inheaven, as Baby’s Alright would be the perfect soundtrack to his next documentary, presumably called The USA Is A Murderer or something. Having said that, this slice of bright Americana is great. The lyrics are spat out with true conviction, and the general anti-‘Nam feel of it reminds you of a time when protest music wasn’t just Scroobius Pip chatting shit, but had meaningful bangers in its arsenal.
Say what you like about Australian impressionist/rapper Iggy Azalea, but she’s managed to weather a hell of a storm. With essentially every media outlet, thinkpiece journalist and righteous Twitter user out for her blood for cultural appropriation, Iggy has come out the other side unfazed. Sadly, though, she continues to produce bad music that is essentially a copy of other artists. On Team she sounds suspiciously like Chicago spitter Sasha Go Hard, and the chorus she lays on the wilting, undulating beat is half-baked. This is what happens when your home nation has less culture than a Crunch Corner.
Walking In The Sunshine
On Rod Stewart’s new album, there is a song called Batman Superman Spiderman, in which the Rodster positions himself as a superhero to his young son with promises he’ll be around for ever, a promise this reviewer isn’t sure he can follow through on. In fact, Walking In The Sunshine sounds like an airy goodbye, a wave from the plane stairs on the way to the great Sandals package holiday resort in the sky, all saccharine sentiment and wistful musings.
That’s The Way The River Flows
This is the sort of thing I’d have listened to when I was a teenager. Wait: this is what I listened to when I was a teenager! 00s emo creeps My Passion have rebranded as Fort Hope, wearing a lot of black still, but not on their faces this time. Look, if you’re 14 then a) you shouldn’t be reading this dad supplement, and b) you will like this. It has the pretty-boy, You Me At Six regional-accent vocals and a mildly chugging guitar, and errs just on the safe side of #metal.
Nobody Does It Better
Cot dang, this is one terrible song. Nobody Does It Better (apart from literally everyone) is tasteful Europop by numbers, a slack piano house track with a slack vocal done by a down-and-out busker presumably, a weak glass jaw of a song that makes me pray for overcast summers so I don’t have to hear it on Capital FM.