I may be a little late on reviewing Justin Timberlake’s newest offering, but better late than never.
Downloading The 20/20 Experience made me think I was going to be thrown back to being a teenager, getting excited about SexyBack and way before that Rock Your Body.
Apart from Suit & Tie, Justin’s first album for seven years was a mature grown-up sound. Which I’m guessing was what he was going for, especially with his Tom Ford-revamped look, no more curls just the sweet sound of a blow-dryer as they disappear from atop his head.
I get it Justin is grown up, he’s married for christ sake (Jessica Biel I damn you to hell). Every love song on his album sounds like he’s singing it personally to his new wife, which is a bummer because I would really like to listen to Mirrors and dream that he was talking about me.
We went through somewhat of a Justin fatigue in the run up to his album release, he spent a week on Jimmy Fallon promoting it with a few funny sketches and the return of the history of rap, and as a result he nearly topped ONE MILLION album sales in the first week of release which barely happens anymore. So well done to him for pimping himself out and hilariously toppling David Bowie from the album charts much to the chagrin of all you Bowie lovers out there.
I’ve listened to the album a couple of times, and I like it but it doesn’t set my world on fire like his first two albums did. They contain happy memories and his new album is so different to what my music taste has grown to be like that it will no doubt linger unplayed apart from when I want to feel nostalgic for those missing teenage years.
I will always be a fan of Justin Timberlake (nee Trousersnake) but I really wanted to be nostalgic, not all this maturity and marriage and love stuff.