Reminiscent of my tenth birthday, when my father, the occasional hunter, gave me a Winchester 22, last week my five-year-old, on the occasion of my forty-first, presented me with a copy of the Jonas Brothers’ album A Little Bit Longer. I’ve already derived more pleasure from it than I ever did from that rifle.
It’s 21st Century bubblegum, modern power pop served with two lumps of sugar. Disposable, sure, but when the cataclysmically melodic guitar break comes on “Lovebug,” and then when they double-voice it, Thin Lizzy-style, it’s also indispensable. The hipsters won’t get it, but the little girls understand.