Morgan Wallen presents himself like some guy you ran into at Home Depot. But he may be the most commercially successful musician of his era: each of his past two albums spent at least a 100 weeks hovering near the top of the Billboard chart.

 

Morgan Wallen presents himself like some guy you ran into at Home Depot. But he may be the most commercially successful musician of his era: each of his past two albums spent at least a 100 weeks hovering near the top of the Billboard chart. This week, he released his fourth album, “I’m the Problem,” which features 37 songs and 50 songwriters. “His connection to his audience may be broad, but it is not anonymous,” Amanda Petrusich writes. “His point of view is precisely defined: God, Chevy, girls, booze.”
Wallen has been releasing music for nine years, and most of it is “alarmingly interchangeable,” Petrusich notes. “There are no major stylistic shifts in his catalogue, merely a statement (and restatement) of purpose: love hurts, whiskey helps.” On “I’m the Problem,” Wallen holds true to his calling: singing about the ways love can sour. “The music here is capably performed but utterly faceless; Wallen is focussed on storytelling, and his milieu is catastrophic heartache,” Petrusich writes.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

The Mexican director Sara Gómez, who died in 1974, made about 20 short documentaries in her short life, starting in 1961, two years after the Revolution. In 1974, she shot her only feature-length film, “One Way or Another,” completed posthumously, which mixes a romantic drama with documentary sequences. Gómez, the first woman to direct movies in Mexico, created “a body of work that was in the creative and political forefront of its time and, in many ways, remains so even now,” Richard Brody writes. “Gómez, with her blend of documentary and fiction, of drama and intellectual analysis, devised a new cinematic method, which she used to express a powerful vision of her country, her time, and her own place in both.”

“On March 6, 2020, Andrew and I went to a rave. If it weren’t for what happened later, I don’t think it would have stood out in my memory.” In an excerpt from her forthcoming memoir, Emily Roxy Witt writes about New York at the beginning of the pandemic—the uncertainty, the fear, the loss, the protests, the rage, the loneliness—and the end of a relationship. The Last Rave The Last Rave In the summer of 2020, I felt as if I’d entered the wrong portal, out of the world I knew and into its bizarro twin.