ROCKET leans a little more guitar-heavy than you might be expecting, but it has the ‘90s feel with ease. Sonically incredible, until he starts singing - rinse repeat for 11 tracks.
IS ROBBIE WILLIAMS A REGULAR ON OUR PLAYLISTS?
No. We won’t be expanding further on this one.
Approaching the album as if we hadn’t seen the documentaries released on Netflix is the only way to do this right. There is an age group who are probably running this on repeat. The ones who remember young Robbie, Robbie of ANGELS, Robbie of 90s bad-boy rude-boy. And are begging for this to come back around.
The title doesn’t lie, it’s so BRITPOP it is almost painful. It’s not that cheesy Britpop, though; it's just trying too hard to take itself seriously.
The guitar is doing most of the heavy lifting in the lyrics. And while tracks like BITE YOUR TONGUE could’ve been something, the juxtaposition between pop beat and sharp lyrics has been done, and done better elsewhere. The rest is rhyming 101.
Are we really back in the wham bams and the doo doo doos? Then, somewhere tucked in between all of the ‘90s flavors, we have ALL MY LIFE, the country-leaning piece. Cool.
More than once, he sounds like Liam Gallagher without the power. The weakness in his voice comes through in IT’S OKAY UNTIL THE DRUGS STOP WORKING, until they put that reverb back on.
And what is the point of the MORRISSEY diss track at Robbie’s big age? We’re bored.
Trying too hard to be something, but always unsure what those things are. Well, except for him saying this is the album he always wanted to make.
We can tell.
Self-indulgent ‘if i can’t be me I’ll die, and your opinions suck and and and, these are my world observations’.
Okay.
40 minutes we’ll never get back, and we’ve listened to some sh*t.
0/5 Cups
