Notably, it's the girl that is told Mack probably won't be home much, as he's got "a world to sing to / and you at the same time " whereas the boy gets no explanation of his dad's presence or absence.
One gets told to read books, give back to the community, and grow up strong, and the other gets told to cheat in calculus, jay walk, go sledding, and step quietly when sneaking a girl home after prom. For example, it's hard to ignore the stark differences between Macklemore's message to his daughter as opposed to his son. Also like past Macklemore singles, though, its being simple and emotive will inevitably strike some as saccharine and occasionally tone-deaf. It's simple, direct, and emotive, a trifecta that made "Same Love" resonate so spectacularly. Lyrically, "Growing Up" is perhaps more revealing than it even set out to be. Glimmers of his talent do occasionally shine through the Mess, but for fans waiting to see Macklemore prove himself as a legitimate force in hip hop, this album isn't it.Tiny Desk Macklemore & Ryan Lewis: Tiny Desk Concert Though self-important, White Privilege II brings Black Lives Matter and cultural appropriation to the forefront of Macklemore's music, asking, "We take all we want from black culture, but will we show up for black lives?" It leaves Mess on a meditative note, but also makes us wonder why he waited 13 tracks to say anything of real substance. He saves his most politically charged song for last.
Ides offer refreshingly unfiltered takes on addiction, recovery and loss. And while the Ed Sheeran-assisted Growing Up, written for Macklemore's newborn daughter, is weighed down by greeting-card sentimentality, Kevin and St. For those who have lavished praised on his The Life of Pablo feature, it should come as no surprise that Chance the Rapper delivers yet another album-best verse on the low-key Need to Know. Mess works best when Macklemore brings in star power and gets confessional. (Sample lyric: "I never knew what a carbohydrate was / turns out that it's all the snacks I love.")
But there's no escaping the embarrassment of Let's Eat, an asinine ode to junk food and getting ripped. Downtown, the lead single and early top-20 hit, falls flat as both an Uptown Funk and Sugarhill Gang knockoff, while boom-bap record Buckshot trips over its own clumsy lyrics ("I'mma paint a better world until the cans are empty").īrad Pitt's Cousin and Dance Off are self-aggrandizing and silly, and perhaps Macklemore's best attempts at going viral since Thrift Shop. Although his musings on fame are hardly insightful ("They want nipple slips / because they live for clicks / this is economics"), his conversational flow carries the song to its aching finish.įrom there, the album is a bizarre pastiche of styles and ideas, none of which ever seem to gel. "I'd rather run out of my 15 minutes than have life pass me by and I forget to live it," he declares over a triumphant blast of horns and hand claps. The album starts ambitiously enough with Light Tunnels, Macklemore's six-minute diatribe about his disillusionment with awards shows and celebrity. But no amount of thoughtful discourse or good intentions can save This Unruly Mess I've Made (*1/2 out of four), the hip-hop duo's disjointed new album featuring some of the most laughably bad lyrics to come out of any genre in recent memory.
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