When Adele lost seven stone in two years fans were heartbroken.
They worried she had bowed to media pressure to be thin, but she said she just felt better.
So maybe it isn’t any surprise that her first album after a five-year hiatus seems to have taken the direction it has.
By “direction” I mean it hasn’t changed direction at all. It’s the same old drivel that she has always put out.
Her first single to be released from 30 follows the same musical formula as all of the numbers from before.
For her it’s a case of “if it ain’t broke then why fix it?” but if I was a fan I’d be disappointed.
She says she has kept the same because no-one is doing songs the way she does them and it is true to say that Easy on Me is well-written and memorable.
But it’s also true to say that, musically, it could have appeared on any of her previous albums.
Unlike when Ed Sheeran made his return to the pop charts, and Justin Bieber in the years before him, she hasn’t taken in anything from the rich musical tapestry of the past six years.
Music has moved on since she last stood on a stage and I’m not sure it is good enough just to say “I’ll package this up because it sells.”
I value my time too much to have listened to the full album before writing this and before you criticise me for that hear me out – if I didn’t like my first pack of cheese and onion crisps in a multipack of the cheesy salty snacks then you wouldn’t expect me to gorge myself on the other 11 so dont be upset that I don’t want to subject myself to the other 10 tracks.
But she’s not the kind of person I want to spend money on going to see in Hyde Park.
Maybe some DJs can do something with a remix of her album to make it well a y’know, little different.
Until then, it’s a no from me I’m afraid. I’m out.
Stay safe for another week.