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Absence has a way of ossifying an notion and amplifying a legend. Those have been gifts for Adele, who has just returned right after a break of almost five years with her third album, â??25â? (XL/Columbia).
Her spot in pop music held steady as she retreated from the spotlight, toward a a lot more nourishing life that involves motherhood. And time has fixed the notion of Adeleâ??s sound, leaving a brightly blinking beacon for her to return to.
To that end, â??25â? manages to sound all of a piece, even as the songs veer from phenomenal to tepid. In locations, every thing comes with each other. â??Million Years Agoâ? bursts with melodrama and probably has a quiet echo of Mariah Careyâ??s â??My Allâ? amid the flamencoesque guitar.
â??Hello,â? the album opener, begins with melodramatic, earnest piano (as do a number of other songs), followed by an invitation: â??Hello, itâ??s me/ I was asking yourself if soon after all these years youâ??d like to meet.â?
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And by midsong, she is also at her greatest: Even when she is singing at her most powerful â?? â??Hello from the other siiiiiide, I need to have named a thousand tiiiiiiimesâ? â?? sheâ??s in no way something other than calm.
That is Adeleâ??s present. On songs like â??I Miss Youâ? and â??Water Under the Bridge,â? she renders the most acute pain with serious clarity and composure. If her singing wasnâ??t so loud, it would be tranquil. In places, on â??Helloâ? and â??Million Years Ago,â? so total is her chill that she recalls a far significantly less technically achieved but even more steadfastly serene singer: Lana Del Rey.
And so firm is her vision that it rescues unambitious songs like â??Remedy,â? written with and produced by Ryan Tedder, and â??River Lea,â? written with and made by Danger Mouse, which may otherwise drown in numbing organ. â??Love in the Dark,â? about the final embers of a dead connection, moves at a funereal pace, but Adele troubles her self-loathing like a command: â??Take your eyes off of me so I can leave/Iâ??m far too ashamed to do it with you watching me.â?
Pop moves and mutates, but Adele far more or less does not. Naming her albums for distinct ages in her life doesnâ??t indicate radical adjustments from era to era, but rather reinforces the reassuringly slow march of time. Her music is like time-lapse photography of a busy street: Tiny parts move, but the structure of the entire picture remains basically intact.
What sets her apart, although, are those steady components: a gargantuan and smooth voice, deployed with casual control and a cathartic fluency with heartbreak.
On â??25,â? she remains a plainly declarative singer (and songwriter â?? she has a writing credit on each and every song on this album). Sheâ??s emphatically firstperson and doesnâ??t get belabored or obstructed by metaphor or idea. She also provides little in the way of emotional surprise: For Adele, distress is restorative. (The album closes with â??Sweetest Devotion,â? a blast of optimism so ecstatic and saccharine it threatens to upend the 40 minutes of anguish that preceded it. )
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Where â??21â? produced gestural concessions to contemporary pop music, â??25â? largely does not. It comes closest on â??Send My Enjoy (to Your New Lover),â? which was created by Max Martin and Shellback. They havenâ??t varnished Adele, the way they have with so numerous before her. The song starts with a stray studio comment from Adele â?? â??Just the guitar. O.K., coolâ? â?? before about a minute of acoustic guitar and what sounds like hand-played percussion. This is Adele the pop refusenik, nonetheless intact.
But then the thickly layered harmony vocals and fuller arrangement arrive, faintly echoing the thunderous drop in â??I wonâ??t say a word
Theyâ??ve all been stated just before, you know
So why donâ??t we just play pretend
Like weâ??re not scared of what is coming subsequent
Or scared of having absolutely nothing left
At the beginning of the pre-chorus, Adele sings, virtually offhandedly, â??Look donâ??t get me incorrect I know/There is a tomorrow,â? holding the last syllable out till it decays. Itâ??s a palpable gear shift, a form of singing thatâ??s as confident in attitude as in acuity, and it enlivens this song to anything like a masterpiece. Mr. Mars and his pals have extracted some new vim from Adele. For this, they should get a MacArthur grant, or an M.B.E. from the Queen. All together, they have made a mold-breaking song, a single thatâ??s even larger than the legend.
An earlier version of this review misstated a song lyric. Adele sings “Hello from the other siiiiiide,” not “outsiiiiiide.”