To milk an artist for every penny they're worth even after they've kicked the bucket is, in itself, inconsiderate and a tad cruel. And in the most extreme cases, where record companies exhume an index of shoddy demo tapes and unused B-sides to make up the numbers for a cheap money-spinner, it's downright deplorable. There are artists whose legacies have been treated with some respect (take Kurt Cobain, whose posthumous back catalogue is limited only to live albums and a handful of demos that were released untreated and untouched), but given that Michael is being billed as the first of 10 planned albums to be released beyond the grave bearing Michael Jackson's name, it doesn't seem the King of Pop will be afforded that courtesy.
Michael is a bit like Bruce Lee's Game of Death (only with "cha'mones" rather than roundhouse kicks), a vision left incomplete by the untimely demise of its major creative influence. So, a motley crew of producers are tasked with smoothing the edges on Jackson's unfinished project. Do they do a good job? Well, when someone like will.i.am goes on record as saying something is tasteless, it should speak volumes. The album opens not with one of Jackson's notorious vocal tics, but a hideously Auto-Tuned Akon, who hollers "Akon and MJ" on the unbalanced duet "Hold My Hand." So far, so tasteless: That Jackson is reduced to second billing on his own curtain-raiser underlines the fact this shouldn't be considered a canonical Michael Jackson release.
Given these songs have been cobbled together from a hodgepodge of sources (some dating as far back as Thriller), there's a lack of continuity both sonically and thematically. On one hand, we have the token balladry, and during "Best of Joy," "Keep Your Head Up," and especially "Much Too Soon," we're reminded that Jackson's delicate, almost frail falsetto is a beautiful match for syrupy string samples and tender acoustic melodies. "Much Too Soon" brings the album to a perfect close with an accordion break and the late singer's mournful "I guess I learned my lesson much too soon." Consider all heartstrings hereby tugged, albeit a little cheaply. There's nothing groundbreaking about these compositions by any means, but simply hearing Jackson gently crooning over them is rather exquisite, and he sounds vocally in fine form.
While the ballad hasn't really made any significant evolutionary strides since Jackson's heyday, it's clear that the formula for the danceable pop ditty has been reinvented umpteen times. Consequently, Michael rarely serves up anything that will have its listeners making a b-line for the dance floor. "Monster" is weighed down by an unnecessary rap by the increasingly unnecessary 50 Cent, "Hollywood Tonight" and "Breaking News" hindered by their rallying against fame and maudlin poor-me agenda, while "(I Can't Make It) Another Day" is a gutless rock track with dull guest spots from Lenny Kravitz and Dave Grohl. "(I Like) The Way You Love Me," though, is a sprightly pop number cut from the same cloth as "Remember the Time," and seems content to conjure memories of vintage Jackson rather than appropriating him for 2010.
Then, just as you're about to consign Michael to decided mediocrity, along comes the Thriller outtake "Behind the Mask." Driven by warped synths and robotic blips and bleeps, this bout of pseudo-futuristic pop boasts Jackson's finest vocal performance on the album. Complete with all his fêted vocal tics and an inimitable swagger, "Behind the Mask" is an unassailable highlight that reminds us that Jackson, as an artist and a performer, was truly a unique talent.
Huw Jones z
Slant Magazine, dając płycie
3 gwiazdki na 5, wspomina jak ciężkim zadaniem może być właściwe oddanie hołdu zmarłemu artyście. Zestawia ze sobą Kurta Cobaina, którego pośmiertne nagrania zostały ograniczone właściwie do paru zapisów koncertów i kilku nietkniętych nagrań demo oraz artystów, których utwory
zza grobu - w ekstremalnych przypadkach - stanowiły niekiedy i marnej jakości taśmy demo, i bardzo słabe piosenki ze stron B singli.
Slant zauważa, że w wypadku zapowiedzi aż 10 nowych albumów Michaela Jacksona z należytym oddaniem szacunku artyście może być ciężko.
Michaela porównuje do
Game Of Death Bruce'a Lee - z
cha'mones zamiast... kopniaków z półobrotu.
Zwraca się uwagę z jak różnorodnych źródeł pochodzą nagrania na tej płycie - niektóre niekiedy jeszcze z wczesnych lat osiemdziesiątych. Choć na albumie brak przełomowych kompozycji, Jones chwali swoistą kruchość i delikatność ballad
Best of Joy,
Keep Your Head Up a zwłaszcza
Much Too Soon. Zwraca uwagę na wyśmienitą formę wokalną wokalisty - szczególnie w najlepszym, futurystycznie brzmiącym
Behind The Mask.
Moster w opinii magazynu mógłby być parkietowym wymiataczem, gdyby nie niepotrzebny udział 50 Centa.
Hollywood Tonight i
Breaking News zostały skrytykowane jako utwory niepotrzebnie dążące do współczesnego brzmienia. Niepochlebną opinię wydaje
(I Can't Make It) Another Day, a
(I Like) The Way You Love Me - porównane do poziomu
Remember The Time - potraktowane zostało bardziej jako nagranie w stylu
vintage niż współczesnym. Z kolei singiel promujący wydawnictwo,
Hold My Hand, oceniono jako pozbawione smaku dzieło Akona, które nie powinno zestawiać się z innymi singlami Michaela Jacksona.
Whatever creative evolution Michael Jackson intended for himself in middle age, we will never really know; his legacy now falls to the executors who control his vast musical estate. One can understand, though, why the superstar went quiet after releasing his last album of new material, 2001’s respectable if ultimately underwhelming Invincible. A famously relentless perfectionist in the studio, he kept his post-Invincible recording sessions under wraps while peers like Prince and Madonna remained relatively prolific.
But death, as late icons from Johnny Cash to Tupac Shakur have shown us, can be a great motivator — at least for the beneficiaries left behind. Even before Jackson went on to become by far the best-selling artist of last year, the posthumous product rush seemed inevitable. Now, in addition to the MJ-themed videogame, docu-film, and Cirque du Soleil extravaganza, his estate has promised seven more releases over
the next seven years.
The material on Michael is not by any means a deep dive into the Jackson archives; nearly all the songs are culled from the last five years of his life. Opener and first single ''Hold My Hand'' supplies the broad, pleasing fervor of an official theme song for a World Cup or Summer Olympics — an ideal repository for soaring choruses and generic lyrical uplift. ''Hollywood Tonight,'' from 2007, feels leaner and more urgent, crackling with Jackson’s trademark percussive shuffle and pop. The gospel-tinged bromide ''Keep Your Head Up'' offers a well-intentioned but somewhat soggy lead-in to the feathery, sweet-toned swoon of ""(I Like) The Way You Love Me.'' Window-smashing theatrics juxtapose with airy, danceable coos and a rat-a-tat 50 Cent guest spot on ''Monster'' (the beast in question, it turns out, is fame).
''Breaking News'' delivers Jackson’s now-requisite anti-tabloid screed, albeit with satisfyingly melodic gall, while ''(I Can’t Make It) Another Day,'' featuring Lenny Kravitz and Dave Grohl, galvanizes him further, yielding the album’s most genuinely fierce moment. The propulsive synths and vocodered trills on the otherwise intriguing ''Behind the Mask'' seem oddly dated by sax flourishes — though perhaps that makes it a good companion to the lilting closer ''Much Too Soon,'' an actual relic of the early ’80s (the track dates back to his Thriller days).
As musical epitaphs go, Michael is a solid album, arguably stronger than Invincible and certainly no great affront to his name. But it can be hard to listen and not wonder what he would have done differently — or if he would have wanted us to hear it at all.
Leah Greenblatt z
Entertainment Weekly ocenia album wysoko
(B), prawdopodobnie wyżej nawet niż
Invincible. Zwraca uwagę na wielką popularność Michaela Jacksona po jego śmierci.
Hold My Hand, wg słów Greenblatt, ma w sobie coś z... piosenki stadionowej. Saksofon w
Behind The Mask wydaje się dość dziwnym rozwiązaniem, lecz stanowi całkiem niezłe połączenie przy akustycznym
Much Too Soon - relikcie z wczesnych lat 80
"Michael" (MJJ/Epic/Sony) doesn't have the hallmarks of a Michael Jackson album. There's no overarching theme, no consistent sound, no evidence of Jackson's meticulous tinkering to make every note, every second, exactly what he wanted. But maybe that's a good thing.
When you're the King of Pop, your subjects naturally bow to your will - an issue that more or less held Jackson back since "Bad," when he parted ways with the great producer Quincy Jones. In the tragic circumstances surrounding "Michael," pulled together quickly in the months after Jackson's untimely death last year, we get to see how the King of Pop would fare if his collaborators had more equal footing.
Though Jackson had been working on the follow-up to 2001's "Invincible" for years, he wasn't close to finishing it, especially after he shifted his focus to mounting his "This Is It" tour. Judging from what Jackson left behind, the comeback he so desperately desired was so close.
It could have come from the remarkable "Behind the Mask," where Jackson took a synth-pop sample from the Yellow Magic Orchestra, wrote his own lyrics to it and surrounded it with the Europop beat that has invaded the American pop charts.
It could have come from "Keep Your Head Up," the inspirational slice of early-Aughts R&B that came from his collaboration with Eddie Cascio and James Porte when he was living with the Cascios in New Jersey in 2007. "Keep Your Head Up," which is Jackson's most gospel-influenced track since "Man in the Mirror," is even more timely now than when he wrote it, with its discussion of economic struggles and trying to make ends meet.
Or it could have come from "Monster," Jackson's stab at hip-hop featuring a verse from 50 Cent that the rapper recorded this year. Along with the album's first single, "Hold My Hand," his collaboration with Akon, "Monster" is the song that sounds the most like Jackson, even including backing vocals he sang through PVC pipe to get just the right monstrous effect.
Also written in New Jersey, "Monster" - which starts out with a nice bit of Jackson beatboxing - is just crying out for a mash-up with Kanye West's "Monster." It is one of two songs on "Michael" that talks about a weariness of Hollywood and the paparazzi, continuing the theme started in "Hollywood Tonight," which was recorded during the "Invincible" sessions nearly a decade ago.
The songs' varying time frames make "Michael" so unusual. The touching ballad "Best of Joy" was one of the final songs Jackson worked on - he planned to finish it while he was in London last year for the "This Is It" concerts. The ballad "Much Too Soon" was written around the time of "Thriller," nearly three decades ago, but was not released until now.
On the sweet "(I Like) The Way You Love Me," which was released as a demo version on "Ultimate Collection" in 2004, Jackson sounds innocent again - as if all the criminal trials, health problems and constant scrutiny never happened. It's a touching moment, the musical equivalent of a clean slate. But the song also highlights one of the album's problems.
Though the album's numerous producers give an interesting range of viewpoints on Jackson's music, "Michael" also releases bits that Jackson probably never would have allowed. Toward the end of "The Way You Love Me," there's a loop that sounds like Jackson's voice is manipulated to change keys and repeated multiple times the way amateurs do when they're trying to stretch out a song. It's a flaw so noticeable it jumps out at you immediately and one a perfectionist like Jackson probably would have cut.
The song "Breaking News," which was oddly the first song from the album revealed on Jackson's website, is another track he probably would have held back, especially as he refers to himself numerous times in the third person, using "Michael Jackson" as a ridiculous hook. It's no wonder that after the release of "Breaking News," Jackson's family immediately began questioning whether it was, in fact, his music. (Sony Music says it brought in Jackson's collaborators and musicologists to determine the authenticity of the track and determined it is his voice.)
They shouldn't have worried, though, because the rest of "Michael" is unquestionably Jackson. "Michael" isn't, as many have feared, some sort of project, like recent 2Pac albums, that cobbles together tapes of Jackson's voice and builds new songs around them. These are truly his songs and, for the most part, they couldn't have turned out better if Jackson had finished them himself.
The way Neff-U completes "Best of Joy" is masterful, with Jackson singing "I am forever" as the song fades out. "Michael" may prove him right on that, considering the loving way others have carried on his legacy.
Glenn Gamboa z
Newsday.com wyraża się w dość pozytywnym tonie (ocena:
B+) o nowym albumie Michaela Jacksona, choć zauważa że mimo brzmienia podobnego do pozostałych nagrań Króla Popu, wiele elementów wydawnictwa prawdopodobnie nigdy nie byłoby przez niego zaakceptowane - mowa tu chociażby o edytowaniu ścieżek wokalnych, wyraźnie słyszalnych w np.
Breaking News. Gamboa wyróżnia przede wszystkim
Behind The Mask i
Keep Your Head Up; drugi porównywany jest wręcz do innego utworu z elementami gospel, czyli
Man In The Mirror.
Moster, wg Gamboa, domaga się wręcz mash-upu z utworem Kanye Westa o tym samym tytule. Chwali się również
Best Of Joy.
The Michael Jackson who rises from the mausoleum on Michael isn't all that dissimilar from the one who left us last year. On the first of a projected 10 (yes, 10) posthumous albums, Jackson is heard alternating between his two long-standing personas: the wide-eyed purveyor of idealized love and the embittered, self-pitying victim of a fixated media. His affection for treacle and sentiment still runs rampant, his voice still slips into a buttery soprano, and he still uses rock guitars to indicate "rage" and gospel choirs to announce "inspiration."
Jackson, of course, wasn't around to finish the bulk of these 10 tracks, which were recorded as far back as the early 1980s and as recently as just before his 2009 death. But the producers who helped him clearly studied what made Jackson's music so singular. Michael isn't an Off the Wall or a Thriller; by 2009, those days were as long gone as his red zippered jacket. But given its stitched-together makeup — new tracks built around Jackson's voice — neither is it an embarrassing, Frankenstein-pop monster. Against all odds, considering Jackson's iffy output in the two decades before his death, it's a shockingly credible record — a carefully assembled re-creation of his finest moments as a solo artist and a reminder of why we cared about him to begin with.
Starting with Dangerous and continuing through HIStory and Invincible, Jackson clearly grappled with ways to reboot his sound in a world dominated by hip-hop. He tried new-jack beats, guest rappers and Notorious B.I.G. samples, which only made his music feel earthbound. In death, Jackson is gliding skyward again. With their crisp rhythms and a dearth of the bombast that bloated so much of his post-Thriller work, the best songs here evoke his music's lithe, whooshing agility. "Hollywood" has the coasting-on-air quality of classics like "Billie Jean," while "(I Like) The Way You Love Me" (an earlier, unfinished version of which appeared on a 2004 compilation) follows in the footsteps of "The Way You Make Me Feel," with warmer, less processed harmonies.
That song and "Best of Joy" were both co-produced by Theron "Neff-U" Feemster, whose silky work with Ne-Yo made him a perfect match for Jackson. Intentionally or not, Michael posits the intriguing possibility that Jackson, had he lived, could have made a musical comeback: thanks to acts like Ne-Yo and Beyoncé, R&B has swung back around to his less beat-heavy, more melodic grooves.
Jackson even sounds liberated vocally. The clipped, clenched-teeth phrasing that strangled later duds like "Scream" is rarely heard. For most of the album, he sounds, once again, like he's just singing. Even on the dank, gothy "(I Can't Make It) Another Day" — another rock merger, this one a decade-old collaboration with Lenny Kravitz — his vocals rarely sound strained. When the first track from the album, "Breaking News," was released, a family member declared that the voice wasn't Michael's — a claim Jackson's lawyers and former producers shot down. Although his voice is sometimes smothered on Michael, the carefully poised phrasings heard throughout it could be no one else's.
But if Michael is a promise-filled look at what might have been, it also a reminder that Jackson at his end wasn't the same artist he once was. Down to its vampy vibe, "Monster" works hard to re-create the mood of "Thriller," albeit with the far less scary 50 Cent instead of Vincent Price (and a less memorable hook). The monster in the title represents the paparazzi, who'll "eat your soul like a vegetable," Jackson warns. He harps on that topic both here and on the even more self-important "Breaking News" — a sign that as a lyricist, he was running in circles, trapped in a cramped world of his making. The love songs feel more generalized than ever, and his moralism about the evils of showbiz gets genuinely tacky on "Hollywood," in which he scolds a teen runaway for "giving hot tricks to men." One of the album's most revealing moments comes in "Keep Your Head Up," a wide-screen inspirational ballad that gives us another variation on his "Heal the World" mode. It's about a working mother, but when Jackson sings, almost breathlessly, "I can't even breathe/ I can't even see!" he could be talking about himself.
Michael's finest moment isn't the dull current single "Hold My Hand," on which the rapper Akon is featured nearly as much as Jackson. That honor goes to "Behind the Mask." Again, Jackson sounds youthful, energized and alluringly snappish; again, the music has an assertive, effortless drive, aided by a sample from the defunct Japanese electronic band Yellow Magic Orchestra. "Who do you love?" Jackson pleads with a yearning intensity he hadn't mustered in years.
Sadly, there's a reason for that: "Behind the Mask" dates back to the Thriller sessions. Much like Thriller did with Jackson's record sales, this vintage leftover casts an imposing shadow over the "new" album — and makes you wonder if the nine albums to come can maintain the unexpected merits of Michael. For now, at least, Jackson receives the acceptable send-off he deserved.
David Brownie z
Time Michaela ocenia dość nisko
(2/5). Wg recenzenta na szczególną uwagę zasługuje na tej płycie pochodzące sprzed trzech dekad
Behind The Mask. Zauważa, że album składa się naprzemiennie z utworów o miłości i tych bardziej rozgoryczonych.
Hollywood Tonight stawia niemal na równi z takimi klasykami jak
Billie Jean a
(I Like) The Way You Love Me porównuje do cieplejszej wersji
The Way You Make Me Feel. Brownie uważa, że także
Best Of Joy znakomicie pasuje do stylu Michaela.