It’s referred to as “Harry’s Home,” however the much-anticipated new album by the most popular male pop star on the planet — that may be, duh, Harry Types — performs extra like “Harry’s Boudoir.”
Certainly, the horny intimacy on Types’ third solo album makes you are feeling such as you’re peeking by means of the bed room door as the previous One Path heartthrob is placing it down together with his present flame, actress Olivia Wilde.
Yup, placing it down.
Proudly owning all the hip-swerving swagger that made “Watermelon Sugar” a No. 1 hit in 2020 and gained Types his first Grammy, the singer is a ball of falsetto friskiness initially of “Harry Home.”
“Inexperienced eyes, fried rice, I might cook dinner an egg on you/Late evening, sport time, espresso on the range/You’re candy ice cream, however you would use a flake or two/Blue bubblegum twisted round your tongue,” coos Types, grinding up agains a greasy bass line in his finest falsetto initially of the album opener “Music for a Sushi Restaurant.
Clearly, the trumpets aren’t the one issues which can be attractive on this jazz-kissed come-on. And no matter’s on the menu, you’ll simply be like, “I’ll have what he’s having.”
And Types is having his means with you — and whoever you occur to be getting down with in any nook of your home — on his sexiest album up to now.
The very subsequent observe, “Late Evening Speaking,” is made for late-night grooving — maybe of the horizontal selection — as Types floats atop a groove paying homage to Dua Lipa’s “Levitating.”
And should you thought there have been jazz vibes on “Music for a Sushi Restaurant,” Types even scats right here. Sure, scats. And he pulls it off.
Though the title of the album is a reference to the Joni Mitchell tune “Harry’s Home/Centerpiece,” Steely Dan and, extra just lately, Jamiroquai (keep in mind him?) are extra like Types’ muses on songs resembling “Grapejuice,” a summer-ready romantic bop, and “Daydreaming,” an ideal soul-pop soufflé that provides a touch of the fifth Dimension into the combo.
Though the No. 1 single “As It Was” set the shimmying, shimmering stage for the album — with its ’80s pogo pop that has you breaking out your finest Molly Ringwald strikes — the second half of “Harry’s Home” settles into dreamy, woozy balladry that can have you ever booing up — or getting on Tinder to search out one.
When the album ends with “Love of My Life” — which couldn’t probably be about anybody apart from Wilde — Types sounds positively smitten. Or higher but, love-stoned.