If there’s one pop album that’s guaranteed to be blasting out of the windows like yours all over the planet for the next 12 months, it’s ‘Take Me Home’, the long-awaited second album from One Direction. A stadium-sized sequel to their multi-million selling debut, it’s packed to bursting with infectious pop earworms. But you probably knew that already. Here are a few other things we learnt in the course of our much-anticipated first listen.
From the bouncy ‘Live While We’re Young’, through to the wistful ‘Summer Love’ every song on ‘Take Me Home’ is aimed squarely at the fairer sex. They want to kiss the girls, please the girls, rock with the girls and… erm… make the girls a nice cup of tea (‘Little Things’). No wonder you lot almost pop a lung every time they appear on TV.
In Queen-esque future stadium anthem ‘Rock Me’, the boys remember ‘Lying on the beach ‘till the sun blew out’. Hmm, not sure that’s quite how sunset works boys. Maybe a bit less girl chasing and a bit more paying attention in class is in order?
We like current single ‘Little Things’, but let’s face it, it’s not a million miles away from the Ginger wonder’s own hits, and ‘Over Again’ the other song he wrote for the album, sounds pretty much exactly the same. Although it does contain the line ‘Hole in the middle of my heart like a polo’, which is either brilliant or completely awful. Or both. We can’t decide.
‘Live While We’re Young’ may be all about going crazy crazy crazy, but the boys are ever-mindful of the consequences of being famous and hooking up with an unfamiliar lady. ‘Hey girl it’s not or never, just let it go/And if we get together, don’t let the pictures leave your phone’. Or else risk a stern warning from their lawyers, presumably.
One of our favourite lyrics on the album is this verse from ‘I Would’.
Feels like I’m constantly playing
A game that I’m destined to lose
Cause I can’t compete with your boyfriend
He’s got 27 tattoos
Come on boys, you’re in One Direction! You’ve got millions in the bank, hordes of screaming fans and probably your own private jets with your faces painted on the wings. What’s a bit of misspelled Indian Sanskrit compared to that?