P!NK "the truth about love"
Pink,,whats to say, you either like or loathe her, me,
im in the former group...love the girl immensely!
she has come a long way since her teenage sounding debut
and matured into quite the intelligent woman.
always thought of her as a female Eminem, in the way
she disses other famous people and can see the funny side
of life,whilst baring all of her private life warts and all!
this album is bloody good, not instantly, but it grows on
you like all her albums do, some lovely ballads on here
and also some out and out typical Pink sounds.
from the album:
slut like you
walk of shame
allmusic review by Stephen Thomas Erlewine
A lot has happened to P!nk
since the release of her 2008 breakup album, Funhouse
, most notably a reconciliation with her estranged husband, Carey Hart
, and subsequent birth of their child in 2011. P!nk
wrestles with these two life-changing events and many other thorny issues on her 2012 album, The Truth About Love
, a vibrant mess of a record that finds the pop star embracing every one of her contradictions. Alone among the class of 2000 -- a group that roughly includes such other new millennium stars as Britney Spears
, Christina Aguilera
, Mandy Moore
, and Jessica Simpson
comes across as an actual adult, eager to dive into the muck of grown-up emotions, expanding and deepening her music without succumbing to stuffy pretension. She may be deeply invested in being a wife and mother but she's keenly aware of what's happening outside of her house, offering a clever spin on Ke$ha
's freak empowerment on the opening "Are We All We Are," enlisting Fun.
's Nate Ruess
as a duet partner on "Just Give Me a Reason," and fiendishly stealing some of the Black Keys
' moves and retailoring them for the dancefloor on "How Come You're Not Here." P!nk
deftly weaves these new threads into a tapestry that contains a few of her signature moves -- there is a handful of confessional power ballads and snotty, funny pure pop disguised as dance hits -- and some surprises, including cameos from Lily Allen
("True Love") and Eminem
("Here Comes the Weekend") and a title track that is as sunny and carnivalesque as a '60s surf-pop sensation. Sometimes the transitions are too sudden, causing some aural whiplash -- that clomping, heavy "Here Comes the Weekend" wouldn't fit neatly into any sequence -- but its ragged edges underscore the essential appeal of The Truth About Love
: nothing about it is neat, it shifts courses and refutes itself, it's "nasty and salty," as P!nk
herself sings about true love. It's weird and willfully, proudly human, a big pop album about real emotions and one of P!nk
's wildest rides.