The people who make Harry Styles’ records are doing him a disservice. He obviously knows little of what’s already been in the world. They write and produce songs for him that sound like stuff people over 40 will remember. I guess if you’re under 40 and know music back to 1990, that’s ok. But otherwise, a Styles record is an invitation to figure who it is this time. And the winner is Crowded House, “World Where You Live,” 1986 and other Neil Finn records.
And listen, I like Harry. He’s a nice guy. He’s a good actor and comic. There’s nothing objectionable about him. It’s just these damn songs.
