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The pop titan’s sex-fixated sixth album belies its introspective soft centre
Whether she’s singing about her exes or world-shaking tragedy, or both, Ariana Grande has always been an open-book superstar. But few expected the balladeering Barbarella to release a sixth album so explicitly about bonking. Clearly she’s been having a more eventful pandemic than most, though the warped MGM strings on Positions suggest that Grande, a lifelong Judy Garland fan, is blurring Pornhub and eroto-pop fantasy.
With her pleasure-seeking hubris leaving little to the imagination (well-fitting vaginas! cunnilingus!), perhaps it’s unsurprising that the production plays it fairly safe: Grande falls comfortably back on 90s-indebted, trap-speckled R&B, her voice breathy and gleaming. She does subtly twist up genre in places too though: the title track echoes Craig David’s garage shagathon 7 Days; there’s the disco-meets-new jack swing of Love Language; and My Hair undercuts a deeper, neo-soul sound with playful lyrics about her famous ponytail.
