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Key Tracks: "The Body Wins," "Mannequin Woman," "Halfway Right"
Music is a lot like cafeteria food; once you settle into the groove of eating the same thing every day, everything starts to taste the same. The food isn't bad by any means, and maybe you convince yourself that it's all pretty good.
Unfortunately, it's only a matter of time before "good" melts into "mediocre." Everything has been tasted before, every ﬂavor recycled and familiar. Sure, you can get a little crazy and sprinkle some Heath Bits on your macaroni, but even that is a short-lived base pleasure that shouldn't be mistaken for something substantial. The new taste, although a welcome break from the norm, will eventually become routine and undoubtedly lose its zeal.
However, among the pot of macaroni that is popular music, there are a few perfectly cooked noodles saturated with just the right amount of cheese that stand out to even the most jaded pasta connoisseurs.
These are the "unfuckwith-ables," the artists that nail it so hard that no one can deny their presence even among hundreds of other talented and similarly praised noodles. Finding these special noodles is a great treat; not wholly unexpected, but endlessly pleasurable all the same.
As for the rest, while they don't taste bad by any means, they will forever remain just short of greatness soaking in the cheesy mush.
Sarah Jaffe is a lot like your standard macaroni noodle. She has a lovely voice and The Body Wins is a competent album. No doubt she will incite comparisons with Feist and St. Vincent, both of which are among the top tier of "unfuckwith-able" female musicians.
Sadly, the reality is that the album is also totally forgettable. An unwavering air of self consciousness seeps through the music and prevents the talented Sarah Jaffe from letting loose and kicking ass. That is evident in her live performances as well. Watch her cover of Drake's "Shut it Down" on Youtube; she's stiff, unsure and afraid.
While that vulnerability could potentially lend itself to some brutal songwriting, it instead acts as a hindrance, preventing the eager listener from really getting to know the real Sarah Jaffe. The Body Wins has a few good moments, but in the grand scheme of the album, they just turn out to be Heath Bits.
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