One of the reasons we started this blog was to keep track of artists we loved in the 80s and 90s, and hopefully share new stuff they’re working on that you may not know about. The upside to writing such a blog is the kitsch factor: revisiting a time when the world was fresh and rife with possibility, and we couldn’t get enough. The downside is the realization that we are much older than we remember.
The trick is in how we choose to react and continue on to that eventual moment when we’re dumped in a hole and they throw dirt in our face. Thankfully, Rick Astley has chosen to embrace his mortality with a pretty great album. Released just last summer, the album, 50, not only gives life a great big bear hug, but it shouts to the universe, “Here I am! What do you guys wanna do next?”
Astley, whose last release was more than a decade before, returns here with a bluesy, gospelly romp and a voice that’s buttery smooth and comfortable in its range and age. Astley plays to his strengths with an album that is full, lush, and one that nods to his past, and opens his arms to wherever the next chapter takes him.
Our favorite track: “Pieces”