(Originally blogged: October 5, 2015)
You see, the thing about this album is that it’s TOO GOOD. The vocals are TOO GOOD. The productions are TOO GOOD. The feeling you get after listening to this album is TOO. DAMN. GOOD!
The album is an eclectic mix of vocal and musical styling but entirely cohesive with its set theme of relationships. It is literally the musical manifestation of the old beat up shoe box in the darkest corner of your closet that collects memorabilia of all of your different past relationships (know what I’m talking about?). She’s got that young-sneakers-just-got-your-first-car-throwback kind of love with her song “Catfish”. The soulful-gotta-jump-and-profess-to-the-congregation kind of love with “Simple Things”. I could praise each individual song but I’ll conclude with her finale track “KING”. It’s got that Diane Warren/David Foster vibe to perfectly summarize the album. And she THOROUGHLY ANNIHILATES her execution of the vocals and love she has for her “King”.
Her last album was very polarizing with the juxtaposition of ratchet twerk anthems over solid power R&B ballads. But with this album she’s really settled into a mature sound that still allows her to have a few youthful moments to snap to. I’m just Tamar’s biggest cheerleader. Can you tell?