Grasp I Am, the penultimate disc of Alice Keys, it left me without knowing very well by what abide. For what the singer was looking in this work was not stopping going out to the light, and it remained in a quite worthy attempt but that for my taste did not come off completely. In the declarations that it did a few months ago on the new material that it would throw at the end of this year I saw a hope beam. He did not hesitate to clarify that his idea was to be liberated of the ties and pressures of the success and of the expectations to create something that was depending neither on currents nor on interests, something that was simple and without pretensions. Regrettably, so good intentions have remained in borages water.
The Element Of Freedom leads to mistake with his baptism. The introduction of the disc, where Alice one explains his shoot and of step to herself, gives us idea of the type of letters to that we are going to listen, of the subject-matter that is going to talk each other in the album, and this first fear turns out to be perfectly confirmed with the rosy qualifications of his songs. It is not that it is against of the romanticism, anything further of the reality, but yes I am of that of manual of rummage sale with local answers for any cardiac evil.
We speak already here about ‘Doesn't Mean Anything‘, the single with the one that was moving forward to us the horizon to which it was going to appear with the disc. Like everything what this woman does, is a correct topic, but this correction, this abstinence, they end up by turning into a heavy, repetitive keynote, into a soniquete who makes you think whenever you confront a new cut: "this I have already listened to it”, when in fact it is the first time.
The second simple one has not liked more in my appreciations. ‘Try Sleeping In A Broken Heart‘ is so a resaying, so repee and very kindly that gives me the sensation of being digesting an auditory miscellany of condensed milk and honey. His letter is in the same line on that he was commenting in the title of this entry. Most of the songs are too a proper triteness of any book of third category where they give remedy to any loves evil. And the worst thing is that the musician and the set of instruments do not save the ballot paper.
There is, as in everything, some exceptions that they remember to happier days. ‘Love Is Blind‘, in spite of the well-worn of the name, raises a footpath parallel to the spongy style, many more soul, rested and that him goes to the perfection, much better if only this air pasteloso that unfortunately stains a vocal talent and for the composition truly remarkable and that it demonstrated fully in his début.
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In this one direct it is impossible not to see the elegance and the class that this woman has singing, and it gives me real sorrow that has not thrown a disc that continues more this style so spoiled lately as for ideas and new contributions facing the big public.
Other one of those who are saved fully is, for my surprise, ‘a Putt It In A Love Song‘, the collaboration with Beyoncé, who once again has convinced me that is much better what it does with others that alone she throws it. With a rhythm arrasador and completely different from what has accustomed Alice to us on the whole disc, this song is an authentic revulsive for so many ballad and so much flea market love. And the fact is that Beyoncé fixes this type of topics, it is enough to listen to the “animated face” of his last disc and to compare it with other one to see thousand returns that give to him.
If these two songs had marked more the line for which it thinks up the disc, he would not have hesitated to give him a note of 7,5 or even 8, because really it is deserved, but unfortunately, the monotony and not complete expectations weigh more.
The rest of the songs is not that they are bad, the fact is that they are mediocre, and bearing in mind the talent of this woman, it seems inexcusable to me, almost more than if they were horrible. There is nothing worse than that a work I generated certain indifference to you, and that of Alice Keys generated a few expectations, partly for his declarations, which to today it does not fulfill. Is the love like the sea? This way of fortress is it my love? Waiting to see my smile? Please …
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