Here’s the truth about Pink’s sixth album: It’s kind of irresistible.
On “The Truth About Love,” the coolly funky singer-songwriter is funny, self-deprecating and inspirational, all wrapped up in a cotton candy package tied with a spiked metal bow.
Sure, a song such as “Try” might be formulaic – a direct hit for Top 40 radio – but Pink excels at these glossy anthems that promote stick-to-it-ness and, given her usual candor in songs and interviews, these sentiments come across as authentic.
Meanwhile, “True Love” is the perfect Pink dichotomy. Stinging lyrics – “At the same time I wanna hug you, I wanna wrap my hands around your neck. You’re an a******, but I love you” – are tempered by the song’s poppy vibe, skipping along on a perky chorus and notes that skitter across the keyboard.
The album is full of big hooks, guitar power chords and the occasional detour into something musically different enough from her past work to make you go, “Hmmm.” The appearance of Eminem on the synthesizer-filled stomper “Here Comes the Weekend” is proof of that, and on the title track, Pink eases into a groove that reminds of early Duran Duran that combines with girl group-styled harmonies to make it the album’s best track.
Georgia native – and longtime Pink pal – Butch Walker co-wrote the album’s opening song, “Are We All We Are,” which twitches electronic drums and is anchored by a chorus with elements of a children’s playground chant.
But as much as Pink likes to get her point across in a finger-in-your-face manner, she also can turn her roar down to an effective hum, which she does on “Beam Me Up,” a country-tinged ballad enhanced by strings and sung with an appropriate weariness.
Pink isn’t breaking any molds, but that’s OK, because the one she’s created is worth keeping around.
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By Melissa Ruggieri, Atlanta Music Scene