A Town Called Paradise is an indistinguishable mix of glossy dance dross.
Album review: Tiësto – A Town Called Paradise
A Town Called Paradise
Even a successful DJ such as Tiësto seems to have something to gripe about. Despite all the industry respect and sold-out stadiums, the Dutchman has yet to achieve what young tykes such as Avicii have done – and that’s getting some respect from the pop world. Energised by such a challenge, Tiësto returns with A Town Called Paradise, his most radio-friendly release yet. The 45-year-old throws everything at the project: there are as many guest stars here as an average hip-hop album and it’s full of those ubiquitous crooning vocals and cheap existential lyrics suffocating EDM at present. Red Lights is basically a middle-of-the-road rock ballad – something a band such as Matchbox Twenty would do – with Tiësto only adding some dance sparkle. Last Train wastes the vocally smouldering talents of Ladyhawke by pairing her with a cheesy dance-pop beat. By the time the closer Set Your Self Free arrives, the album becomes an indistinguishable mix of glossy dance dross. Let’s hope this is something Tiësto just needed to get out of his system.