Poppy's third studio album sharply scratches your ear through psychedelic heavy metal exploits, exhuding bipolarism through radical sound shifts executed in the most teen-pop feasible key. First track is Concrete , which apparently sets the thematic atmosphere with a darkly alarm siren synth filling the intro. As the song progresses, the whole structure becomes confusing. Sure, it is purposefully motley, but, as for Madonna's God Control , the different sonic units do not feel connected by any criteria, they just come across as a patchwork with no glue. As an opening track, it lives to its task in giving an imprinting of craziness and showcasing as in a party buffet the several formulas that are going to be used in the rest of the album. It just feels chopped and therefore not really memorable. Interestingly enough, a section of this track is incredibly similar to Family of Me by Ben Folds. Last note: you can't close a track like this with a faded outro. I mean, c...
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