Let’s get this out of the way first: George Watsky is corny as all hell.
His persona is corny, his style is corny, his performing is corny, and his bars, especially, are cornier than Thanksgiving dinner. That’s just a fact. I mean, this is the guy that titled a song “Ninjas in Paris” — check the Kanye and Jay-Z track with the considerably more explicit title for reference — that includes, among other equally questionable bits, the line “as if my Subaru's a wiener getting sexy with your cul-de-sac”. It is abundantly clear that the fella does not take himself too seriously.
Until, ridiculously enough, he does. Watsky’s latest record, "Complaint", is a Serious Album,™ tackling more personal, difficult topics than he ever has in the past. Within its sub-thirty-minute runtime, "Complaint" touches on abusive relationships, mental health issues, painful breakups and more.
It certainly isn’t a strange move — he is five studio albums into his career after all — but one really has to question: was it a good one? And more to the matter at hand, onstage, would he flounder in his newfound solemnity?
Despite a few detours into grievous gravitas, the answer is a resounding no. Here at Cat’s Cradle, Watsky tries his best to balance his conflicting impulses — and, against all odds, the result isn't half bad.