Album Review, “The One” by Elton John

Album Review, “The One” by Elton John

Everything here is like one big, time-worthy roar with random instrumentation to make its case apparent.  Particulars include visions out of proportion, wildness on temperature, even if “sex and love no longer gel” for the narrator of general, provocative force.  Art places its hat here in good measure.  Music can be heard at numerable distances above the mass.  This is especially true when considering “The One” and its magical infatuation- the emotions presented in lyric forms are not always love and yet we find ourselves at stipulations over romantics between heat and loss, along lines of conundrum and visual treats through Elton’s softness of rock, his tremendous work towards ignition as well as final words to form stamina, energy, and happiness into gross and excited bias.  I think of more songs in terms of his glittery gusto and magnificence.  Chapters may be assumed from songs because of how Elton expresses vocabulary to exaggerate moments against new dangers for the narrator, who basically goes from “Simple Life” to “Last Song”.  Very sad indeed.  And as happy as we can seem when approving remarkable storytelling, there’s more than what meets the eye after the narrator bites the glitter and faces memories of sweat, blood, and tears for an underrated father.  Here my review suggests just one narrator for the entire album while my mind glowers on the front of consciousness towards despair in sudden freedoms.  Let’s face it: it can be hard to swallow the pill in reference to sex let alone totally absorb the information at an ease for digestion.  At times my intellect bounces here and there very much like the album’s instrumentation in question; for that matter, the stories given in the songs aren’t always less eternal for their video counterparts and even the music videos replicate Elton’s continuous quality into British freedoms.  America, where I live, doesn’t always share these British freedoms (the British know what I’m talking about).  Were I to tell an American some of these lyrics by Elton without telling him where they came from, there’d be excessive confrontation and figuratives leading to doubts rather than appreciation due to his expectation of slang, small talk, and less important matters.  Indeed, we’re to embark on more of an adventure in Elton’s album here from the very nature of its supplications inside the realm of thought, poetry, and glorious satisfaction.  My review here doesn’t guarantee my doubt of ignorance unless I’m wished to express pleasure above all else other than dignity and trustworthy attitude.  “The One” lets me hear strength instead of folly, dreams instead of obvious paths, homesteads instead of temporary evacuation, all of which pile up on numbers within exotic borders of sound that appeal interests and don’t distract negativity.  Recommended for ages 18 years and older.

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