I hate
Telerama. This is not new, it's been at least 11 years that it lasts. I can not help it, there is a trick that does not pass in their articles to me. They always have a side well-thought-donor-de-lessons-despising that bothers me. Latest evidence to date is their chronicle of the first solo album from the young Australian Julia Stone, best known for Her duo with his brother Angus.
The article in question, if he pretends not to issue a "mild reservation" against The Memory Machine is actually quite the opposite. First, this album, the journalist did not speak immediately, too busy to digress on that a title of Angus and Julia Stone has served as a music pub and have to gargle, meanwhile, discovered that song long before ordinary mortals like us. Of course, everything becomes "commercial" soon became good at throwing the poor group was quick to lose interest in the eyes of Hugo Cassavetti. He says it is not because of it, because at that strength, the hype eventually get the better of his attraction to the song. This gentleman should really watch TV because for my part, I have NEVER seen this ad. I had never really listened to either album (not the famous song), Angus and Julia Stone before today, although I knew them by name.
short, later in his article, the reporter tells us how the disk would well (note the interesting use of the conditional here), but why the "vocal mannerisms" Julia Stone 's eventually irritate. And that's all, hop, case closed.
Hmm ...
This week while I worked, I listened, first an ear, then more careful chaining the perfect My Baby , Winter on the Weekend and The Memory Machine and I had not been touched by songs like that for quite some time (well, except that ). The melodies and pure voice suddenly snapped up upsetting me and I do not always defer. The disarming simplicity of these compositions and the sincerity of the artist's endless charm for me and has now earned my eternal gratitude (yes, it's like that with me, just as you do a great song one day and you earn my gratitude and respect for life even if you do not go out of dung that later).
Out of curiosity, so I searched some information about this girl and I threw one ear on what she had done with his brother. For once, the magic has not operated at all, I went completely off their second album and I did not want me back. I recognized the style of Julia in two songs and thought they could have appeared on his solo album, but the rest I just remembered Cocoon and left marble.
Although his child's voice when she sings' Daddy, Why Do not You Protect Me, Someone's gotta hurt me 'may seem overplayed but if it works for me on first listen, while I am anything but receptive to such singers theory is that Julia Stone has the little something that makes the difference. Normally, I'm supposed to find it devoid of originality and boring, never want to listen to the disc, and yet I'm on my fourth listen since this morning. Apart from the three chips mentioned above, it holds up from beginning to end, which is so rare that it deserves to be emphasized. And how Julia Stone is able to modulate his voice for serious in the crescendo or deserves my admiration.
So do not listen to what you say disgruntled journalists who hate the public they fly their stars. Listen The Memory Machine , the thrill is guaranteed. If you had only one additional argument to convince you: you can not find that this package is what you've seen more class a long time?