If there’s one thing I got tired of seeing during last month’s onslaught of “year in review/best of” articles it was the word “Adele.” It popped up all the time — artist of the year, best album, etc.
(To be fair, about all of my entertainment news now comes from a free subscription to “Entertainment Weekly” courtesy of my sisters and Yahoo News, so maybe I’m not getting the full story. EW is notoriously biased and usually wrong.)
This raised a question for me: Who the Hell is Adele?
I’ve been out of touch with popular music for some time, but I still manage to pick up bits and pieces just by existing. I know who Lady Gaga and Justin Beiber are even though I couldn’t name a song either one of them have recorded. But Adele? Sounds like the name of a village in the Alps or something.
Anyway, last week I was looking through the nephew’s CDs to find something to follow up Mumford and Sons and there it was — “21” by Adele. Well, I’m nothing if not open minded. Let’s give it a spin.
OK. That was…nice. Adele certainly has a powerful, intriguing voice. The songs are decent. Poor woman. I can’t believe she’s been dumped on by so many men. Or is it one guy and she’s singing about a single heartbreak from multiple angles? I can’t be bothered to look into it.
But I’m just not feeling the love that this record has engendered in so many people. It starts off fine with “Rolling in the Deep” and the hook of “Rumour Has It” is catchy and I really like “Turning Tables” and “Don’t You Remember” has some impressive vocals and OK, OK, it’s a really good album. It just took me a while to get into it.
Still, I don’t think it’s a great album. It may well be the best album of 2011, I haven’t heard enough other albums to know (the only two I know I’ve heard, “Rare Bird Alert” and “Dirty Jeans and Mudslide Hymns,” I like better).