Album Review, “Too Low for Zero” by Elton John

Album Review, “Too Low for Zero” by Elton John

It demands patience on his songs as usual.  Elton has the tendency to make some of the longest modern songs you’ll ever hear and “Too Low for Zero” might prove the concept so much that divorce will crumble for plenty.  Maybe I’m speaking of the 80’s, no?  A lot of rock, pop, crackle, burn, and subtlety will make heads turn toward a song like “I’m Still Standing” even if music is pursued for comforting privilege along the lines between marriage and relationship, as indicated in the narrator’s lover’s fading away across the board as far as destiny is concerned; divorce hurts everybody until the pain can’t fade away without the lust behind pretension for what leads romance into madness above the ground.  Are you a walrus?  Okay, I’ll try taking it down a notch.  Money acts (in some of the songs) like an invisible clue to Elton’s despair for blues and military consequences while promotions get the footing on meanings towards a vacuum for justice, feelings entangled with sanity upon the borders for dignified nations, England and America akin to brothers who don’t belong in the same family but manage to buy a house for the west anyway.  Umbrellas can be useful for all the tears.  Stimulating features in the album include visuals through words as expressed on deceitful beauty taken for granted by most of Elton’s commonplace critics.  No, “Too Low for Zero” wasn’t a comeback; it was a new adventure.  John was going along with changes assumed to be profitable for sharing with interested lovers of art, especially in the Cold War concept.  Poetry is magnified to the point of ancient verbose familiar to insiders for literature like zero, arrow, religion, crystal, saint, face, space, picture, man, cry, tables, times, Christmas, and plenty more in opinions created for enhanced blues, sharply moving beats, and terrific rock.  “Too Low for Zero” should tell us so little about the mere chance for activity as it demands psychology within irrationality construed as fact.  Vision only gets tampered from originality.  Elton says so much out of bounds for summertime weaknesses wherever rhythm points to special favors on hearing as opposed to strict listening techniques.  This is because, through and through, we started making sounds as babies before we ever knew the words.  Poetry listens from what doesn’t listen, so there’s going to be ignition and power with rock-the-board hits like “I Guess That’s Why They Call it the Blues” and “Kiss the Bride”.  My dad’s favorite song is the latter despite the fact I think both are applicable to romantic qualia.  Listen to this album or die.  I’m probably kidding, but you’ll get the idea.

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