As one of the least remixed remixes of the year, Azealia Banks sort of comes forward with a new song. She’s as boastful as ever, and in one of the weakest verses of the year, compares herself to a point guard, disappears faster than her midriff, and leaves the rest untouched. In other words, a bust.
To quote an acquaintance’s take on the cyclic nature of both Tool and APC – “They each have one amazing song that they repeat.” Fans may cry blasphemy, but Maynard’s expressed disappointment with “you” with soothing melodrama over balladic guitars and Josh Freese’s flourishes seems heavily familiar.
One of the last crusaders of relevant arena rock, blessed with more highs than lows than the average man PJ may be. And this is a beautiful piano-lulled orch-pop serenade to the one true blue thing that man can’t buy. Why PJ are PJ. But this is not PJ. This is “Come Back” gone “Dad Rock” soft.