Henry’s Music Blog — Paula: an Album Review

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Paula: an Album Review

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Oh Robin Thicke, what have you done this time? These past two years have not been good for the middle-aged R ‘n’ B singer, even with his first massive hit in “Blurred Lines.” With that song being heavily criticized for its sleazy undertones, with quite a few people going as far as to call it “a rape anthem,"  which I won’t get into, it started a bad trend for the C-list son of the dad from Growing Pains. "Blurred Lines” was complained about for far longer than it really deserved to be, his VMA performance with Miley was a disaster, and now, he and his wife have separated, and Robin has made a brand new album to try and get her back.

This album was doomed to be hated right from the get-go. Many people online still think of Robin Thicke as a symbol of all that’s wrong with culture today, with sleazy pop songs that get described as “rape anthems.” Making songs and videos with really awkward unintentional implications continued with the first single off Paula, “Get Her Back,” which was immediately criticized for his declarations of love coming off more stalkerish than he expected, coupled with drowning and threatening texts. The album has already bombed, up to only selling 530 copies in the UK its first week, and 54 copies in Australia.

Before I get into this album properly, I want to make one thing clear. This is not a review of Robin Thicke. This is a review on the album itself, as free as I can from bias. While that lack of bias when an album is as personal as this is harder to do, I will do my best to review this album based on the music and lyrics as they are. But additionally, the fact is that Robin Thicke is nowhere near the villain that we like to portray him as. Plenty of musicians have sung with similar things, and way too many have actually done the stuff that Robin is accused of promoting. 

Really, the biggest crime that Robin Thicke has committed (outside of the adultery that was said to have destroyed her marriage) is a lack of charisma. The reason Robin Thicke is lambasted on social media, but artists like R. Kelly and Chris Brown still get defended by fans until the ends of time, is because they have that natural sense of charm and charisma. Robin Thicke doesn’t have that charm. Really, that’s the reason if’s been chosen as the whipping boy here. But I digress. All I’m saying is don’t hate it because Robin Thicke has a bad public image. Hate it because it’s incredibly lame.

The simple fact about the album is that Robin Thicke thinks that his lyrics can overcome repetitive, generic music, and it simply can’t. The album goes back to his Soul and R 'n’ B roots after the more club-oriented sound of Blurred Lines, with nary a synthesizer in sight. The album wouldn’t be out of place in a 70s record shop, down to the retro cover, but it has no singular identity to hang on to. Thicke goes through every variation on 70s Soul, from Piano ballads to acoustic love making music, to the heavier funk side of Soul. There’s nothing to hang on to, giving you an album where you’re bound to enjoy at least one song on a musical level, but no others to hook on to. I’m not saying an album needs all of its songs to sound the exact same, but they do at least need a consistent mold to follow.

But this is an album that’s not about the music, this is about the lyrics, the lyrics bemoaning the absence of the titular Paula, Thicke’s ex-wife. This album is meant to be Thicke’s Here My Dear, a devastating examination in why a marriage falls apart. The problem here is that Robin Thicke is no Marvin Gaye. Every song on the album is awkwardly confessional, yet somehow also generic to the point where they could’ve been recorded by anyone. If Coldplay was like watching a rich man cry in the subway, this album is the guy making an apology to his wife over the phone during a pool game. He’s gonna include some details about you to make you think he really still cares, but he’s more focused on winning something that, in the end, doesn’t even matter.

Paula is not as terrible as it could’ve been. There are a few songs on here that are enjoyable to listen to, like “Lock the Door” and “Love can Grow Back” with their retro soul charms. But in the end, this is a boring album that tries to be more important than it actually is. It’s dull, it’s forgettable, and it doesn’t deserve any of the attention it gets.

Score: 4/10

Best Song: Love Can Grow Back

Worst Song: Tippy Toes

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