Glassheart

~ Release group by Leona Lewis

Album

Release Format Tracks Date Country Label Catalog# Barcode
Official
Glassheart CD 13 Syco Music 88765449672 887654496720
Glassheart 2×Digital Media 13 + 6
Glassheart CD 13 Syco Music 88697963782
Glassheart (deluxe edition) 2×CD 13 + 6 88725476052 887254760528
Bootleg
Glassheart (deluxe version) 2×Digital Media 13 + 10

Relationships

associated singles/EPs: Trouble
Allmusic: http://www.allmusic.com/album/mw0002219715 [info]
Discogs: https://www.discogs.com/master/555155 [info]
Wikidata: Q1932369 [info]
Wikipedia: en: Glassheart [info]
other databases: https://www.musik-sammler.de/album/566619 [info]
reviews: http://www.bbc.co.uk/music/reviews/jqpn [info]

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Here's a game: try and imagine what this Leona Lewis album sounds like, based on your knowledge of her previous work. Finished? Congratulations! You're absolutely right.

After an uncomfortable excursion into happier dance music with Collide - her notably absent single from 2011- Leona is here to restate her core principles. Namely that a) she is always unlucky in love, unless she is swooning in melancholy bliss; b) she is always sad about how things have turned out, even if she is swooning in melancholy bliss; and c) her melancholy bliss is the size of a mountain. A really big one, with a very sharp peak.

And of course, this creates a problem for anyone hoping to take her career in new directions. Over the course of these 12 songs there are all sorts of production nods to happier music: the dubstep drop (Glassheart), the ticky breakbeats (Come Alive), the thick shag pile bass on the up-tempo numbers (note: there are no up-tempo numbers, there are only the not-ballads). But sitting on top, as always, is the eternally downcast Leona, the sensitive flower with the elephant bellow.

Even on Fireflies, the only chipper-ish moment in the whole collection, she sounds devastated - by beauty, in this case. That's her natural tone of voice.

So of course the songs that tend to fly best, on their own terms at least, are the uncluttered muscle ballads: When It Hurts, Fingerprint, Un Love Me. How very expectable.

But then there's Trouble. It's the sole song that suggests Leona is an active participant in her own misery, the only song that takes her mournful wail and puts it somewhere new - in this case, a stern lesson in the power politics of a love gone bad, resting on a pillowy base of Massive Attack strings. Taken straight, or with a bitter twist of Childish Gambino, it's a powerful draft.

Four or five more songs like that from contributing writer Emeli Sande, maybe a collaboration with Jessie Ware, and this would feel like a fresh start. As it is, it's simply the next Leona Lewis album.