Lady Antebellum Own The Night
EMI Music; Music Album; Rs. 395
I t was surprise more than shock when Lady Antebellum, a country pop outfit swept the Grammys earlier this year with their album “Need You Now”. The trio, composed of Hillary Scott, Charles Kelley and Dave Haywood have now given us their third album, ‘Own The Night'.
The opinion is rather nebulous and not very definite when it comes to them.
While on the one hand, they, along with Taylor Swift have to be given credit for propelling country music from a marginalised light to mainstream popularity, on the other they are not a very great band.
The album rides the entire journey on a glow of gossamer rock and delicate vocals, and it has clearly worked for them before. The band makes heartbreak more dramatic than it already is, and romanticises one night stands. And honestly if you want to end a wholesome relationship just to be able to relate to the soothing voice singing about broken hearts, one will not blame you.
Another grouse one can find is that Lady Antebellum on paper reads as a country pop group, but when it comes down to plain and practical music, the country is lost somewhere in the folds of airbrushed guitar riffs and adolescent lyrics. ‘Own The Night' is just an extension of ‘Need You Now', the band has nothing new to say and their songs of love's labour lost after a point is grating and gets on your nerves.
If the band is trying to be the Dixie Chicks, which they give you enough reason to believe they are, they need to abandon their current strategy — rehashing the songs that in a textbook case of good luck and bad sense struck Grammy gold once.
“We Owned The Night” is an anthemic track, easy to sing along to and will send teenagers in a tizzy. This is followed by “Just A Kiss”. The song has an infectious hook, but is also strongly reminiscent of “Need You Now”.
The group has experimented with pace, as they pick up the tempo in “Friday Night”.
When they sing “You'll always be 18” in ‘Dancin' Away With My Heart', you are unsure if you want to hate them more for the corny lyrics or the saccharine sentiment. The album is a classless romance novel that comes together in a dozen uninspiring songs.
CATHERINE RHEA ROY