A new Pink album always sparks the same reaction from me – I get excited at the thought then listen to it, don’t care for it much, put it aside, and come back to it after some of its songs have become earworms, and then get really into it. Just like clockwork, the same thing happened here: After a few indifferent spins, I realized I had slowly gotten excited about the energetic, powerful performer’s seventh studio album, in particular thanks to album track “Secrets,” which seems to have unlocked the other songs’ charms for me. Pink is never anything less than fully committed to everything she’s doing and that lazer focus and iron will is all over the album, but it’s more measured than her previous work. Gone is much of the anger and frustration that has defined her early work, replaced with a more moderate approach to life’s problems that don’t suggest she has lost her fire, but more than she has learned to redirect it.
Rating: ★★★ (out of 5)