The public loves and crowns him without hesitation, critics disapprove and flog him with equal conviction. Beyond any conceit, this time we are with the last one. Thanks also to the second album by young Lewis, which has a series of very priceless hymns (excuse us for the oxymoron).
CAlma and Chac. Take a breath and think about what you are writing now. Here a huge net the size of the O2 Arena awaits you. ,broken by the desire to be sent to heaven“- read data -” is best selling album, in the first week of his life, in Great Britain in 2023. From Friday 19 May, the disc – which contained three hits (all of which went to No. 1 in the UK): “Pointless”, “Wish You the Best” and “Forget Me” – actually sold over 76,000 copies in Great Britain alone. Copies have been sold. everything ok? For Lewis Capaldi, which until the day before yesterday I was sure belonged to Traffic’s Jim Capaldi, all great. Only that good Lewis – not that he cares much, mind you – (involuntarily?) the protagonist of the three millionth episode of the infinite saga “The public adores me, they reward me and I love do, but with media me, if I really like luxury, they are mirchi”.
Pitch thorn, which almost never associates with chart pop – unless interpreted by eighteen-year-olds of five different parents and a strong promiscuous past behind them – for the very best-selling album in question. One round placed 4.0. cool, reallyGuardian And nme, who go no further than three anemic political stars. Without claiming to resolve the eternal dispute between the public and the critics here, let us ask ourselves: who is right?
Taking a deep breath, staying calm, while certain that the conceit of some indie critics is historically intolerable, I would actually say that specialty magazines are right. What’s Wrong With This Album By “Good Guy” Lewis Capaldi? Technically nothing, other than the voice of Lewis himself, sometimes so insistent in his monotonous boasting that you shove a sponge in his mouth and knock him unconscious for at least an hour. But in addition to this effect of a pop/R&B singer on amphetamines, often associated with the “sincere visibility” of the singer-songwriter, showing all his feelings and scars in front of an audience influenced by such sensibility, The album seems to have been designed, song after song, for a turn of the millennium Hollywood rom-com., Top scene to paste Capaldia’s heartfelt comment: He and she, after 80 minutes of insulting, bumping and teasing each other, realize that they love each other, that they love each other. do, that they cannot live without each other. Here and there, in that scene, until tomorrow, a James Blunt or a James Morrison could have come in handy, so that the United Kingdom is not left out. Starting today it will be Lewis Capaldi, who is sometimes so sweet as to outdo Ed Sheeran as a foul-mouthed hero chasing trouble.
HOr heard “broken by the desire to be heaven sent” three times in a row. At times I was a little annoyed by Capaldi’s insistence on blowing out pre-packaged phrases that he had the audacity to push into every single text. Sometimes it’s even convinced me that the world outside is some kind of giant playground for souls who just want to meet, get to know each other, and love each other (except that then fall apart and put the pieces back together). However, the real problem is how few can be remembered (and indeed I do not mention them) which, however scientifically and clearly designed for hymns. To conclude: If people appreciate this album of tasteful and super emotional pop anthems (thanks also to collaborations with producers and hitmakers like King Midas Max Martin, Malay and the faithful Phil Plested), it simply means That Capaldi knows the public better than any sociologist And behind his pops are very careful focus groups. Who knows what journalists expect after all.
in the age of numbers as a yardstick for measuring all kinds of human and business qualities (sell, you’re good; don’t sell, you’re a failure), capaldi is right And silences everyone. However, there is little room left for criticismIt is the case that he, without feeling neither elected nor untouchable, uses this space to affirm what would have seemed obvious until yesterday: All that glitters is not gold,
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