snap/clap

i am going to compare it to eating. so everyone really likes an excellent meal. something with taste and blending of aromas and little surprises and excellent sides. sometimes accompanied with white linen and attentive service. say… a spoon song. or jens lekman. their songs are like trips to a good restaurant, and you feel fulfilled afterwards, like you just spent the evening enjoying a finer side of life.

but sometimes, it feels good to go get a hamburger. admittedly, there are hamburgers that are better than others. panic at the disco, say, makes a better hamburger than ashlee simpson. but that doesn’t mean that every once in a while, you turn on the radio just to see what’s on, because it’s convenient, and there she is. “singing”.

but for some reason, embedded seven tracks into her newest album, is the title track, complete with handclaps/snaps, a smoky organ line, and a sweet chug-walk of a guitarline. and her voice sounds halfway to okay, thanks to a nameless chorus of men and woman singing lalas and bolstering the chorus. this is bona-fide sunny day music, for the moments when your ipod is busted and you turn on the radio (because it’s convenient) and you’ll have something at least filling (if not cultured) to listen to.

to sum up:

ashlee simpson = hamburger

ashlee simpson - bittersweet world

yum yum yum. listen to the song and hate in the comments. more later.