Pink doesn't sing songs. She mauls them, gobbling the microphone like a hyena that hasn't eaten in a week. At her best, she is pop's most galvanizing tough broad, but her sixth LP devolves into self parody. Co-written with studio aces like Max Martin and Greg Kurstin, it delivers power-chord packed electro-pop, and the lyrics cover the usual subjects: self-reliance, sex, rebellion. It's supercatchy, but Pink strains to shock, peppering songs with gratuitous curse words. Best is "Just Give Me a Reason," a ballad co-written with fun. frontman Nate Ruess, in which Pink dials back the drama, letting the melody and sentiments do their work, and singing, for once, instead of yowling.
From The Archives Issue 1166: September 27, 2012