Review Summary: ultra sex
When it comes to pop, many albums exist. One such existing album is Ultra Blue, which has red in the art. The colour difference is no implied reference to subverted musical expectations, but rather a distraction. Ultra Blue is an average pop album that also happens to be a very good, average pop album. It’s not super hot fire, but hot dang, these tracks are precise.
Let’s cut to the chase, this album is no Britney Spears. There’s a handful of bangers, but otherwise it’s a chill assortment of fresh cookies that go down tastefully. The music is wet, it is a little bit catchy, and most importantly vibes hard. Sponge bath synth massages set the dinner in a sultry method, sure to relax. There’s a wittle bit of jazzy inclinations: not enough to distract from simple pop tunes. The way Hikaru sings along on a scale is crazy, though! Practicing is evident. Back to the music: anytime tracks go boppin’, the singer starts stoppin’ and instead gives us meticulous introspection, yet those vocals are poppin’. Poetry in motion, yesiree.
The best part: the singing. Man, they get across that they’re the boss of the candy floss. Their singing is so clean, yet so sweet, and of course so savoury. Mixed metaphors be damned though, because their dramatic flair and consistency in hitting notes is inspiring enough to forget to mention more metaphors. You will be amazed, you will be shocked, and quite delighted at Hikaru’s effortless singing style.
So maybe this album is great, but this is pop. There are not enough bops to compete in the scene with the Queens (here comes the hate mail). Disagree? It’s fair to have beef, considering this pop music is done with silky smooth ease like a polished egg. Ironic, because the production is stunning. Long story summarized: the album is worth the time for any pop fan, though not the most memorable release.
