Neither here nor there
It's a tedious job deciphering Lily Allen's third studio effort. So much so that when she asks you to meet her in the sky (Air Balloon), you're not quite sure if she means a genuine sense of euphoria or a substance-aided kind of carefree.
And when she comments about her man being a latecomer (L8 CMMR), you're left wondering if the British songstress is singing about general tardiness or ... well, you know.
But nothing is probably more laborious than sieving through Allen's mean-spirited whining. Like onInsincerely Yours, she makes it clear that she doesn't give a dime about "the Delevigne, that Rita girl, about Jourdan Dunn". There's more name-checking on the album's namesake single when Allen sings about how "Riri isn't scared of Katy Perry's roaring" and "Gaga, LOL like ha ha, dying for the art so really she's a martyr".
Just when you thought Allen is paying homage to her contemporaries, she commands them to give her that crown. Uhm yeah, how about no.
It's really unfortunate about the highly conceited lyrics because musically, Sheezus is a collection of bubbly pop that sits well on the mainstream spectrum. Alas, a brash persona and sharp-tongue mar what could have been an exciting record that has its moments of brilliant eccentricities. What's even more disappointing is Allen's failure to draw a line between informed irony and forced intellect. Shame.
Source : http://www.thestar.com.my/Lifestyle/Entertainment/Music/Reviews/2014/06/04/Sheezus
