Review Summary: Strange milky moments13 of 16 thought this review was well written
People love to sh
it all over manufactured bands, from the Sex Pistols all the way to them other ones that were manufactured. Fountains of slimy brown slop all over the damn place. Both messy and inconvenient. No matter how much you wash it, the stain will be their forever, mocking you on those lonely nights and reminding you over and over again, bringing back that desperate evacuation like an old friend whom you secretly dislike. One Direction were manufactured, shortly before their hilarious, abject failure in the final of X Factor. It doesn't matter what year they failed, it is simply enough to know that they failed. Since then the boys have received new haircuts, which has led to paralleled levels of success. They have also been made to squeak things into microphones, like children, which has slightly tarnished their success, but thankfully the one with curly hair has stumbled ever closer to androgynous manlesshood, so the panic has subsided. For now.
Said curly-haired one sings on 'Tell Me a Lie', with such lines as: 'I have telegraphed the past to know the moon, if only Raymond heard my voice, then perhaps I could evolve to a state of consciousness beyond this mortal coil. Why me, God? Why me?' Ignoring the obvious allusions to Shakespeare, this type of lyricism displays an unusual level of concern. The words drill into your mind like you would not want them to under the circumstances. One of the other ones takes a turn at singing, namely within the song known to many as 'Gotta Be You'. In a frightening, possibly even dangerous baritone, he delivers such lines as: 'Row, row, row your boat, gently down the stream; the financial situation of the Western world right now is particularly disturbing and I for one am against it.' Some may decry the blatant attempt to add a political subtext to what is, in essence.
The album is built upon the whispered lies of angels, falling from the mad, hedonistic excess of heaven. With an undeniable sense of things happening, the songs exist, in a chosen order. With advances in technology, people can now choose to alter that order, perhaps even deciding to listen to the entire thing in some sort of random configuration where surprise will take an invasive, possibly unwelcome footing, only for the listener to then realise. All in all, One Direction are, in many different ways.