We all know that boys in bands are aggressively marketed as types – the cute one, the weird one, the dangerous one, the one who stands at the back and dances – but even in his 1D days, there was the sense that Harry Styles could fill all those roles by himself. Harry has always been anything and everything you want him to be. That affable pliability extends to his solo output, which feels designed to please the entire human race. While this makes Harry a wide reaching and very popular star, it nonetheless leaves his songs with the texture of lukewarm water. On third album, ‘Harry’s House’, he continues on his quest to make absolutely everyone feel just a bit happier.
There is a sense in which Harry wants to have his cake and eat it too. And fair enough. He writes conventional songs with universal themes yet his production is relatively esoteric. He blends rock star preening with pop star like-ability. He’s artful yet accessible. Stylish but fun. Cool yet unpretentious. In a world where we agree on very little, we can all agree on Harry Styles. Above and beyond everything else though, Harry is, and always has been, the nice one. His most recent tour was called ‘Love on Tour’ and the main set often ended with an eye wateringly earnest performance of his track ‘Treat People With Kindness.’ Recently he has created a range of gender neutral beauty products such as nail polish and body creams (brilliantly marketed by none other than Mick Fleetwood) while his recent headlining performance at Coachella featured an unexpected duet with the lovely Shania Twain. Every Harry Styles news story is basically a good news story, and ‘Harry’s House’ is no exception.
Here Harry sings about food and drinks (track titles include ‘Music for a Sushi Restaurant’ and ‘Grape Juice’), he makes dad jokes, and offers sage, empathetic advice to women (condescendingly, perhaps). He exudes niceness. For some people this will feel almost cloying (case in point: ‘If I was a bluebird/I would fly to you/You’d be the spoon/Dip you in honey so I could be sticking to you’) but a lot of people are here for it, as his popularity attests to. ‘Harry’s House’ is his least offensive, and easiest to swallow, album to date.
it’s telling to me that Harry grew up at a time in the U.K when spiky guitar music was topping the charts. When I hear lead single ‘As It Was’, I primarily hear the influence of The Wombats or Bombay Bicycle Club. And I can’t hear ‘Late Night Talking’ and not think of the mostly forgotten and very short lived band The Golden Silvers. These connections might seem tenuous until you consider that Harry Styles’ co-writer and producer is none other than indie-landfill also-ran Kid Harpoon, who shared bills with all those groups. Thus we get simple yet effective guitar hooks hidden among MGMT shaped synths. And you can go back further; Harry has a soft spot for the easy listening sounds of the 1970s and 80s that manifests in often unpredictable ways. Few people ever talk about Wings’ underrated ‘London Town’ but Harry has sung its praises in the past, and It’s hard not to hear the influence on album highlight ‘Grapejuice’. Elsewhere, smooth Laurel canyon vibes filter through the record’s acoustic ballads ‘Boyfriends’ and ‘Matilda’, both of which are pleasant to the point of insipidity. A Brothers Johnson sample adds flesh to the otherwise bony ‘Daylight’ while ‘Keep Driving’ features the kind of VHS-warped synth sounds that nostalgically harken back to the days of chill wave and Glo-fi. By the end, the songs mostly blur into one. I can’t tell you the exact difference between ‘Daylight’ and ‘Satellite’ and ‘Cinema’ (even their titles feel somewhat interchangeable) but they all sounded… nice?
Harry Styles isn’t ready to dine at Pop’s top table just yet. As stylish as his music is, it lacks the substance offered by, say, Adele or Taylor Swift. ‘Harry’s house’ is fizzy and refreshing, like a bottle of coke poured generously over ice, but it’s full of empty calories. In the moment of consumption that doesn’t really matter but after the fact you’re left you feeling a little unfulfilled. This is the kind of record you can stick on and feel good about, then completely forget within minutes. And so while ‘Harry’s House’ doesn’t quite display the range or vulnerability of his debut or ‘Fine Line’, it is an impeccably stylish – if paper thin – pop album that will no doubt cheer the world up for the duration of its 42 minute runtime.
6.5/10