Music : The Odd Couple |
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Rating: - * good not great ... The CD works excellent but...the case was cracked when I got it and I don't think it was because of the sipping. So....good but not a great experience. Rating: - * Gnarls Barkley - The Odd Couple 7/10 ... The Odd Couple is an appropriate name for Gnarls Barkley's latest album; the collaboration between mash-up extraordinaire Danger Mouse and eccentric rapper Cee-Lo Green is anything but normal. The Odd Couple continues St. Elsewhere's Grammy-winning formula of horror-cinema beats and off-the-wall rhymes, but not much else. Gnarls Barkley has never been a duo that shied away from taking chances, and The Odd Couple is no exception. Cee-Lo sounds like a fiery gospel singer on "Run (I'm A Natural Disaster)" and the beats sound like nothing else on rap radio, such as the slow jam, 9-mm-reloading sounds of "Would Be Killer." Nevertheless, despite the two's ambitious innovations, one could listen to St. Elsewhere and The Odd Couple and consider the two records interchangeable. If you hated "Crazy," chances are you'll hate this album, too, but don't think that will stop Gnarls from continuing to freak out mainstream hip-hop. Rating: - * Gnarls Barkley - The Odd Couple ... The Odd Couple (2008, Warner Bros.) Gnarls Barkley's second studio album. ***1/2 In 2006, Gnarls Barkley released St. Elsewhere, an album so fresh and so needed that everyone held their breath for a follow-up album, hoping that the collaboration between singer Cee-Lo and producer "Danger Mouse" Burton was not a one-off affair. Thankfully, 2008 delivered the goods. The Odd Couple is not as pleasing as St. Elsewhere, with one too many songs that don't quite live up to what is expected of these two. However, it is not without its share of masterpieces. "Run," the obvious first single, is without a doubt the best song on either of their albums, with its vintage sounds of the 50's and 60's rock and soul. Cee-Lo belts like he never has before, again proving he is probably the most soulful singer of the twenty-first century. His voice, as powerful as Little Richard's and just as similar to the 80's singer Sylvester (Not the cartoon cat, the "Do You Wanna Funk?" guy) is integral to the feel of every song. In fact, that whole feel carries on throughout the album, showing up again in stars on the also-amazing track "Surprise," complete with "baapbaa" chorus from God knows where. And it's this difference, the production that makes it feel like Little Richard music in the digital age, that is the profound mark of change between St. Elsewhere and The Odd Couple. Beyond that, there isn't much that has changed. This, however, is not a problem in the slightest, as the sound is still so fresh that as long as the music is good, the style can go on forever. (Run, Surprise) Rating: - * Dissappointed ... I saw these guys on SNL and was blown away. I must have been pretty loaded at the time because the CD sure doesn't come across with the same energy. Rating: - * kitschy sheds its petals ... I liked Gnarls better back when he used to sell me copies of "Grit" magazine and cut my hoop nets when I was looking toward the fire he'd set in my wastebasket. Now, he's whooping it up like a sitcom diversion, jibberjabbing like a simian slutdive bellhop. I like mockingbirds in a guilty way when they don't know I'm awake, spying on their mating chatter. But this, this by nature is grandiose, cellular, predisposed, grating. And I'm having a major case of deja vu. Does it even matter anymore? We're an expendable society, so why not embrace polymers? Why not kill all the fish? But I plodded on, wondering what this "soup of the day" really was. Were those bits of carrot or flesh wounds? And it didn't matter because we had techmologicalized. We were pushing buttons now and DNA-approved to gain access to pay-per-view oxygen. We evolved through hope and memory loss. By the time I reached "Whatever," I really didn't care, which provided perhaps the finest moment of this failed experiment -- a time-transcendent conversation with Gnarls truly, wrapped in tusks of irony. But I still didn't know the way out of this cardboard box jungle -- the bird, strangled by glory-trolling, decaying in uncaptured sunshine. |



