Within one week of Lily Allen's first album release, she made it to the top of album charts, single charts, airplay and download charts. The question of the century is, “Why?” Perhaps it is her uncanny ability to hit two whole notes perfectly in a song, or her innovative methods of combining elevator music and pop into one nauseatingly boring genre hereby dubbed popevator. Or maybe it is her full reliance on her studio engineer's skills at overdubbing, or a plague of global insanity. No, no. I believe she summed it up for us in her lyrics of The Fear. “I'll take off my clothes and it will be shameless/ 'cause everyone knows that's how you get famous.” Or, of course, there is always talent. But if you're a vapid husk of flesh, thank God for plan B.
Catchy, moody, and relatable, The All-American Rejects incorporate all the qualities of classic emo music into their newest album, with a dash of creativity and talent for good measure. Though the style would be an epic failure for anyone looking to analyze a work of musical genius, or accompany the brooding thoughts of a philosophical mind, it is perfect for a summer cruise around the city, upbeat music for a party, or singing loudly in the shower when no one else can hear.
