Review Summary: Everything on "Love Sux" is absurd, ridiculous, and overblown; Avril does not know the meaning of proportion.
This time Avril Lavigne proved it to us with her seventh studio album Love Sux, written and produced by the singer herself. Some fans actively admire first punk-inspired tracks ("Bite Me", "Love It When You Hate Me", and others are sure that Lavigne has already sung all her best things, but now she is engaged in endless repetition of herself.
It is not possible to say unequivocally which of them is right. The tracks on the album are so diverse that each listener will find at least one song "to their liking", as well as one that is relatively disliked.
Sonically, everything on this record is absurd, ridiculous, and overblown; Avril does not know the meaning of proportion.
Audience will praise Love Sux for being able to cheer up and deport teenage sadness and bad moods to some closed neighborhoods where chewing gum is taken seriously, adult punk ladies dye their hair orange and can enjoy the absurdity around us, and even graffiti is considered the pinnacle of art.
She may hate you, or she may love you. But she will express these feelings in a strikingly similar way, because the album is not about you, it is about Avril herself.
In bratty collaboration, "Bois Lie", Avril praises the path of revenge along with Machine Gun Kelly (“I worshippеd your religion / You were thе one who sinned down”). "Deja Vu" is a self-reflective piece filled with indie beats in the spirit of Jack Antonoff, in which Lavigne talks about where she came from during her years of growth.
Despite the fact that she refers to a third person, lyrically it resembles a conversation with a mirror. "Should I act my age?", the artist asks.
There are a lot of giggles, pink lipstick, quarrels between girlfriends, beating off other people's guys and impudent statements - an integral attribute of the life of American schoolgirls.
This mood can also be felt in the seemingly tedious powerhouse ballads, "Dare to Love Me" and "Break of a Heartache". Both ballads complete the sound of the album, following each other on the heels. By the way, the sound of the tracks is rich, leading us to the deep acoustic sound of the album Goodbye Lullaby.
I don't know how profound this album is, I don't know if Avril's subtle remarks are ironic or obvious, I don't know if Avril thinks about her husband and the daily routine of life when she writes her ballads - but I don't care.
Yes, Love Sux is sometimes pointless, superficial, selfish and daring to such an extent that sometimes it all goes beyond all the boundaries of absurdity, but it cannot be called insincere. And if you want to hear a strong, but no less outrageous and daring Avril, the recording will not disappoint you.
