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Listening to Boss Huang and a group of top British and American stars, NO.6 Collaboration, is really not good (although some of them are quite pleasant, can get some pop albums in a two-to-three single down the B list what).
But this album is a copy and paste of this kind of melodious pop song with bright yellow owner hook imprint. It’s either bad or how to say it, especially "boring".
But I wasn’t angry or surprised or anything.
Although I started listening to’+’,’x’has completely turned into a brain powder of Huang Boss, chasing the concert from Shanghai to Berlin to Atlanta, I can feel the mistake from’+’.
In, the songs he wrote out of his heart and lungs were placed in places he could not see at first sight (such as Supermarket Flower for Grandma and Nancy Mulligan for Grandpa and Grandma), and the wonderful Galway Girl played with Irish bands was put in four main hits. Shape of You, the last big seller, was processed after taking over the task of "selling big", and was also sued for plagiarism. "Castle On the Hill," with the strongest imprint of his own music, I understand that if he hadn’t insisted, he might not have been able to win a single and double position.
And Huang himself said in his documentary "songwriter" that he could feel that "Yue" was the peak of his career, and he would certainly go down in the future. And the implication is that he will not and will no longer be able to use his early mood to write anything purely, and that the integration and compromise of creativity and Commerce will be over.
I’ve been paying attention to him since +. In fact, the most valuable thing about him is "grounding gas". He carried a looper on his back. No band played by himself. He ran more than 300 venues a year, sang pub and sang live house. His early creation was influenced by Damien Rice’s folk songs, and integrated into the English rap and strong underground music style.
He is very good at playing, playing with looper, with the audience, telling jokes, teasing others, self-mocking, very straightforward temperament. He knows he’s a nobody, he hasn’t gone to college, he hasn’t gone to art school, and he can’t play with those British academics. Adele’s ambition was to go to Empire in Sherpherd Bush when he was concerting at Albert Hall. That’s basically the ideal of British underground artists.
But a few years later he became as popular as Adel and went to Wembley Stadium for days.
And all the contradictions, struggles and identities that exist in him are gone. He is now a life winner, earning tens of millions of pounds a year, engaged to his high school sweetheart, and has two cats in his family. There was nothing more for him to think, question and express.
The point is, he’s not the kind of person who can elevate his personal life to artistic and social levels. From Britain to Ireland, a group of famous singers can not only sing themselves, but also sing the worries of the times and the crowd, and dialogue with big propositions; or cross-border, try new things, create new concepts, and seek breakthroughs (yes, even Coldplay has not sung Yellow all his life, right, actually Heads F. I also like ull of Dream.
But Boss Huang, he’s too peaceful, too mellow, too grounded. He has no inner anger, no detached pursuit. He likes cats, his girlfriend, and Justin Bieber playing sand sculpture in cheap bars, just like every ordinary person of us. This is his loveliness, but it is also the reason why he will never become a great artist.
Now he is nearly thirty years old. He has a stable and prosperous life without enemies. He accepted his fate as the biggest money-spinner of Warner Music and lived in peace with commercial society.
It’s not bad. More people will hear his song, dance and sway with the rhythm, and tell their beloved.
But he may never be able to write "In the Pipe She Flies to Another Land, sells love to another m an" in "The A Team" or "They say I’m up and coming like I’m fucking in an elevator" in "You need me, but I don’t need you" in 10 minutes for each concert. This is the case.
Of course I don’t blame him. I also like him, his acting ability and his talent. But I have no way to like his music now.
Now I’m listening to’+’. Why is mother so sweet?
