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2.4

Washington
I Believe You Liar

I love pop music and I've argued in its defence several times on this website. I've also argued (typically while drunk at bars) that most people like – in essence – what I would describe as pop music. If you like Royal Headache, you like pop music. If you like Lil Wayne, you like pop music. If you like Crab Smasher, well, you're just a fucking sick cunt.

As you can probably guess from that broad stroked introduction, this is only partially a review of Washington's record. I'll try and keep on track, but I think a little bit of bush bashing and forest wandering is required here to make my point.

What we've come to classify as 'pop' has changed dramatically over the past 4000 years of music, but at the heart of most brilliant compositions is a great little slice of pop charm. The ugly side of this, however, is when the music is purposely skewed towards the bright pop lights simply to make it accessible to the masses. The result, more often than not, is a contrived, fake mess.

And Megan Washington smells fake.

Even if we ignore the perfectly executed indie-librarian stylist work, there's still an obvious apprehension to her music, where it comes across as uncompassionate and heartless. Does she believe in the words and music she writes? It doesn't matter, because it doesn't sound like she gives even one gram of a shit about anything here. Ultimately, this album sounds like it was created and orchestrated solely to be played on Triple J, which because of the way the local industry is set-up, is all that matters.

And so the cycle repeats. Artists create a moderately catchy (and safe) single for Triple J and the station picks it up. The album quickly follows and, as mediocre as it is, gets peddled hard by the radio station. Lazy music fans lap it up. High rotation sparks familiarity and familiarity camouflages the lack of pop intelligence. The album sells well, crosses over to mainstream radio stations and Triple J pats itself on the back, not for discovering the talent but for creating the talent.

Speaking of talent, I want to make it perfectly clear that I think Megan Washington is obviously a talented individual. Her voice is nothing short of amazing and although it won't make me cry (because I've been hit by a fucking car and survived to brag (endlessly) about it), it's obvious that when people say things like "I saw her play once at the Hopetoun and, even though it was really fucking noisy, her songs really touched me" they aren't having too much of a wank on the chain.

That said, the blandness here is at times unbearable. The re-used formula of bouncy, up-tempo rhythms dominates and the often overcrowded pop-by-numbers compositions suffocate Lil' Meggy's vocals to the point where she seems to have little option but to sing within the lines. Aside from a few acceptable moments where her emotional control of the song is genuinely believable (most notably the rising nature of How To Tame Lions) the young songstress' talent is unable to flourish within these tight confines.

Maybe (once more) I'm lifting myself onto a high horse, commenting on something not intended for my consumption. But also, maybe that's the problem. This is supposed to be music, not marketing. But, there's an obvious target market here. A certain audience in mind, a planned strategy of getting the product to the specific consumers. While I'm not naive enough to think this isn't the case for most music released in 2013, it's the fact it's so obvious – and more importantly that it seems to have directed the music itself this time – that's the real issue.

Hopefully, when it comes to make album #2, Megan's talent is more involved.

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Comments

ponies

i got hit by a car once too! it was pretty sick.

1 decade ago

(Mark)

I was in a car that flipped at 165kph and three of my friends were in hospital and one was in a coma but I survived WITHOUT A SCRATCH ON ME.

1 decade ago

Boo!

Look out for this review on her Facebook page in a few hours, followed by fans/Triple J listeners (one in the same) claiming that the reviewer is just jealouz.

1 decade ago

Rav

I don't trust the fact that her last name is 'Washington'. Who the fuck does anyone know with the last name 'Washington'. That shit sounds fake to me. I'm changing my last name to 'Awesome Cunt' in protest.

1 decade ago

Rav

Holy shit @BOO!, i just checked out Gan Wash's FB page. That shit is hil-ari-arse! There were so many comment by dudes that think Meg Ton is gonna fuck them because they put a nice post on her page, that my penis inverted reading them.

1 decade ago

ponies

Mark that sounds like a good car crash! I just flipped across a bonnet and got dumped into the gutter.

1 decade ago

josh.o

read a sick interview between megwash and andy "brisbane dreadlock champ" mcmillan aka niteshock in "the vine", they talk about glasses for a few pages, seem like heaps interesting people. keep it up brisbane!

1 decade ago

PANTS

I signed up just to express my gratitude that a review like this exists.

1 decade ago

bubbaboognish

@ponies Cross the road more carefully. Stupidity is not an honour.

1 decade ago

ponies

newsflash bubbagoognish, getting hit by a car is a more pertinent reminder than any dickhead calling me stupid on the internet.

1 decade ago

bubbaboognish

However, nothing humbles ME more than being called a dickhead on a forum. I stand corrected Ponies, I guess being hit by a car was a "pretty sick" lesson for you.

1 decade ago

glugger

You've never had a 'sick' lesson? missin out man.

1 decade ago

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