Review Summary: Good shit from the girls that pop like popcorn. In summary: hell yeah.
Dangerous and Moving is the second album from the original LGBTQ2+ supporters, a pleasurable sequel like The Empire Strikes Back, minus the parental abuse parts. The trancey Europop style of their debut is replaced with a mature sound here that’s rock/pop/electropop (not in that order, you have been bamboozled). Indeed, there is more variety than the Addam’s Family. However, the important note to note here, is that every song is lit as ***. Some of the songs are slower than rocking a baby to sleep, true, but not many. We Shout is one such slow song because this is not a Gorguts album - you might be able to tell from the lack of demon possessed turd bowls. Gomenesai is also slow yet relaxing like how it must feel to be rocked to sleep. Baby, this album rules. Ironically, even when songs slap with nuclear microwave beats, the album is more chill than a toddler smoking a cigar. The vocals soothe, and the electronics are like sitting in a massage chair.
Some of the best songs here are t.A.T.u’s best songs which is the best. Which is the best song? Loves Me Not is everything meowtastic about the band: electro ***, poppy as ***, prettier than a slice of ass in the morning (not that you would know), and face melting rock *** (practically a metal track). If you like that song, prepare yourself, cause the entire album is lubed up. Indeed, scientifically speaking, choruses are more hook filled than a lake with fishermen. Nay, they’re catching ears with a purely 90s style of pop that sounds retro now but in a good way - it has aged like your fine as *** mother. The rock music in this album is not window dressing (like a weirdo at the mall) either, real guitars are played unlike dumb pop groups, and they utilize classic rock type songs like Cosmos (Outer Space) and Craving (I Only Want What I Can’t Have). In summary: it is cool, this band/group is cool, this album is cool, your mom is cool.
What I’ve always loved about t.A.T.u is the ease in which they slide into my DMs (musically speaking). Synthesizers are aggressive, sparkling fairy dust waterfalls that bring a tear to me eye. Groups just didn’t do it like t.A.T.u did it. Julia and Lena are both amazing singers, hitting notes with the accuracy of whatever the opposite of a stormtrooper is. The girl on girl groupsome here is fatally decadent; the two singers sound beautiful at all times as though their vocal boxes were created to specifically solve math equations. Julia sounds like a goddess in Sacrifice, hitting notes much higher than the human voice allows. She has more pipes than Mario.
Though this epic second album may not be as immediate as the first one, this slow burner tastes of rotisserie chicken once hungry enough for an original taste. It’s a great pop album, although perhaps not as good as other ones if you are uneducated in 90s pop or just a silly waffle. Don’t get me wrong, people are free to having opinions, but not when it comes to t.A.T.u., they were the queens of pop like Spice Girls, that is all, good day sir. Every song is filled with ear worms large enough to destroy a city, it’s honestly disgusting and not fair to other pop producers. All About Us is one the catchiest songs you’ll ever hear, and so are most of the songs here. I would also be remiss to not mention Friend or Foe, a song so good that even my wife likes it. I know. *** is ***in funky. There’s three songs I haven’t mentioned, yet like a cow covered in paint they stand out. This is a classic ***tastic album from a group that is greatly missed. Now I advise you to, once you’ve completely finished your addiction to this review, listen to this album.
