There’s some pop music that’s absolutely mind-fryingly awful. We don’t need to tell you that - the likes of Westlife are the living embodiment of turgid pop. Nudging futher into 2006, however, and pop music is becoming ace again: finally turning in on itself, rebelling against the kind of shit-smearingly dire offal pumped out regularly into the charts and going ‘you know what? Screw you, Westlife. Just screw you.’ and finally realising it’s time to make pop good again. Kind of like the 80s but with better hair and phatter beats.
‘Maneater’ by Nelly Furtado might just change the whole face of pop music in 2006. Produced by hip-hop genius Timbaland, he takes the kind of Midas-like experimentation he sprinkles over the best Missy Elliot tracks and chucks positively bucketloads of it over ‘Maneater’.
Spooky tribal chants, MIA-esque pitter-patter beats, crunk basslines and an absolutely euphoric gang-chant chorus collide in a glorious technicolour mishmash: a heart-stoppingly brilliant reminder that, despite her patchy back catalogue, Furtado isn’t afraid to take risks. There’s elements of Gwen Stefani’s no-nonsense slurry raps, Annie’s icy cool and The Knife’s glacial synth bloops, but never strays too far into copycat territory: it’s far too sophisticated for that. It’s brilliantly executed, tremendously exciting 21st century hip-pop music and if ‘Maneater’ becomes buried under a wealth of reality TV musical turds (we’re looking at you, Shayne Ward), at least you know Nelly’s put up one hell of a fight.
Written by Matt Barnes
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