What could be worse? A new artist comes along, with a refreshingly unique sound, and their debut album rocks. They win a load of awards (Grammys included) and everything is lovely, life is all sunshine and roses and their shit don’t stink.
Then the second album comes out, and the follow-up sounds like a completely different artist.
I’m looking at you, John Legend, Alicia Keys and Norah Jones.
Don’t be shocked that I singled out the piano-playing children here, cos that’s what I’ve been listening to for the past coupla weeks. And right now, I’m sampling Alicia’s new album As I Am, and I can’t say I’m really disappointed. But I’m pissed.
Besides the clear and obvious hip-hopfication we noticed from her previous album, it’s all getting a little … butch for my taste. My initial attraction to Alicia’s music was a certain innocence, a vulnerability that was just, you know, I’m here to make music and I’m loving it.
I guess every artist grows, but the fact that her music is being infused with more and more electronic influences and rougher beats just kills the essence of what I believe Miss Keys should be. Oh, and the Lauryn-Hillesque “uh” and “yeah” and “that’s right” grunting on Superwoman don’t help either.
It’s not bad. It’s just not the Alicia Keys I fell in love with. She’s gone, and the world is a lesser place for it.