![]() There are only three songs in which Pink literally gives a “f-,” and only one where everyone’s favorite music doctors, Martin and Shellback, make a house call for their longtime client. Looking at “Hurts 2B Human,” then, the numbers don’t appear all that promising. This isn’t to say that profanity for its own sake is any kind of sign, but in Pink’s case, it’s usually an indicator that she is letting her freak flag fly, among other F’s, and indulging in a stream of consciousness that feels like real talk, uncensored in its feisty disregard for the strictures of conventional, confessional lyricism, even as the aforementioned producer-scientist Swedes squeeze it all into the best and tightest forms of pop music. ![]() Now, put those two together, and it’s pure gold, but either one is a pretty good guarantor of quality. ![]() You’d never want to reduce a Pink album strictly to the math, but the strength of her records tends to have a pretty strong correlation to two factors: the number of Max Martin/Shellback productions and the amount of F-bombs dropped. ![]()
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