Cheesy lines aside, Duff rocks
Breathe In. Breathe Out.
TO AN extent, I suppose you could say the world does not really need a new Hilary Duff record. After all, the former tween queen has been absent for almost a decade.
Those who grew up watching Lizzie McGuire are now sensible young adults, the former Disney starlets have metamorphosed into sexy sirens and let's be honest here: Duff is not exactly the best singer around. To put it bluntly, the 27-year-old is kind of irrelevant in today's world.
But you know what? Who cares? Breathe In. Breathe Out. is one good, straightforward pop album - cohesive in its choice of songs, flirtatious and fun in its delivery and infectiously catchy in some parts.
The record is a bit of a guilty pleasure though with awfully cheesy lyrics like: "You side-affect me/ You're turning me into confetti" (Confetti), you are likely to turn on the Private Session mode on Spotify.
At its best, however, Breathe In. Breathe Out. presents sleek pop bangers with brief folksy flirtations that expertly toe the line between sexy and sophisticated.
The hell-hath-no-fury Lies picks up where 2007's underrated Dignity's opening number, Stranger, left off. Thumping bass and ferocious horns accompany the Eastern flavour of the track, easily making it a standout.
And on the festival-friendly Rebel Hearts, Duff channels Mumford & Sons' soaring stadium sensibilities over David Guetta-esque dance-floor aesthetics.
However, nothing is quite as charming as Night Like This, a duet with Kendall Schmidt. It is a likeable song with suggestive sentiments that will go down well with the Tinder-loving crowd.
Perhaps that's all Duff needs right now to stay relevant - just being a likeable pop star who makes good pop music.
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