Rating: 4/10
Okay, so am I the only one who actually used to enjoy Sugarland? I’ve seen such an outpouring of hatred toward this duo leading up to this album that it seems like everyone has always hated them. I enjoyed their first two records, and indeed, I still play Twice the Speed of Life frequently. It was their third album, Love on the Inside, where things started to turn toward more pop and less substance. That record was uneven; I enjoyed about half of it. Then “Stuck Like Glue” infected the airwaves, and that has to be one of my most despised songs ever, including anything any of the bros have ever released. Their breakup felt inevitable and almost overdue, and yet now we’re looking at Sugarland 2.0 several years later for some inexplicable reason. This record isn’t horrific, but it proves that the dying embers of Sugarland should have never been revived.
They could have gone back to what made them popular and likable in the first place, but of course that isn’t the case, and this shows them doubling down on the pop direction that hindered their last two records. Understand, there’s nothing wrong with pop country, and there’s nothing wrong with pop music as long as it’s not incorrectly labeled–but whose idea was this to take Jennifer nettles’ undeniable, sometimes even exaggerated to the point of annoying, twang and pair it with pop beats and electronic elements? No one is going to make Katy Perry try to sing like Loretta Lynn because it would sound absolutely ridiculous; you can’t take a good chunk of this album seriously with Nettles’ traditional country twang trying to fit into pop music. It doesn’t sound natural, and more than that, it doesn’t sound flattering to her at all.
The writing is often incredibly generic and bland as well–I already wrote about how “Still the Same” is supposed to be this great comeback song, and it just ultimately says nothing. “Babe” takes unapologetic advantage of Taylor Swift by giving her a few syllables and allowing her name to make this song a talking point, assuring its success on country radio. Say what you want about Taylor Swift, but she’s a great songwriter and a smart businesswoman, and there’s a reason she left this off Red. She realized that it was subpar material for her and wisely chose not to cut it. It’s got the makings of a good song about a woman’s reaction to finding out her man has been cheating, but again, it’s just so generic in its execution. “Bigger” and “On a Roll” are two of those incredibly upbeat, optimistic numbers that make for bland, boring filler which add nothing to the album, and as if “Stuck Like Glue” didn’t already prove she couldn’t do it, Jennifer Nettles makes the latter track insufferable by rapping. With that twang, she may honestly be the worst rapper I have ever heard.
There are some really lame attempts to get political with this album. The problem with songs like this is that often they’re just too vapid and shallow to say anything of actual importance. “Bird in a Cage” seems to be about hypocrisy and forsaking what the church would have us believe, but it’s incredibly vague and almost comes off condescending when it says, “it’s hard to explain to a bird in a cage,” as if the audience to whom this track is being addressed is too stupid to understand it. “Tuesday’s Broken” is cited on Apple Music as a song about gun control–this is not entirely correct, as it paints two different portraits, one of a mass shooter and one of a girl contemplating suicide, and asks if the world wouldn’t be a better place if we just reached out and loved people. It’s a good message, and also one of the more stripped-back, country moments, but it still lacks a lot in the writing. “Let me Remind You” is described on Apple Music is being about women’s empowerment, and this actually made me laugh out loud when I heard it because it is simply a sex song and a boring one at that–I’m not faulting Sugarland for these descriptors, I’m just amused by the attempt of Apple Music to advertise this as some sort of progressive, forward-thinking project when it’s actually so bland and uninteresting.
But there are some brighter moments on this album. One comes in the heartwarming “Mother”–which incidentally is far more empowering to women than “Let me Remind You”–a song that actually manages to go deeper than the surface and celebrate motherhood in a respectful way. Sure, it’s still pretty listastic, but it’s on a song like this where the details and examples work pretty well. “Love me Like I’m Leaving” and “Not the Only” both provide some actual country instrumentation and flavor at the end of the record, and these display Nettles at her best vocally. Both are flattering to her voice, and neither shows her exaggerating her accent. Kristian Bush’s harmony also works much better on these songs, the former depicting a woman who finally has the courage to leave after turning back at the last minute so many times before, and the latter crying out for others who feel the same loneliness and pain in this crazy world.
I’ve heard worse pop country albums. It’s not an offensive or shockingly terrible record, except for the God-awful “on a Roll.” It’s just so colorless and uneventful for so much of this. It’s like almost no effort was made in the songwriting, everything going for the most basic and shallow of sentiments. The sound doesn’t suit Jennifer Nettles in any universe for a good portion of this, and although there are times when you can see flashes of the earliest version of Sugarland, they’re few and far between on this record. Not a horrifically bad album, but an underwhelming, disappointing, forgettable effort that makes me question why we needed a reboot of Sugarland in the first place.
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