Pink is an interesting singer to me. Most of her songs seem to follow the same pop-rock formula with little variation. Rock song, ballad, rock song, ballad. It’s a pretty set in stone pattern. I never really go out of my way to find Pink’s music on the radio or online because there’s just no real variety. That being said, when I hear a Pink song I completely forget about that and sing along to the catchy melodies and over-the-top choruses.
I am not listening to F**kin’ Perfect at the moment, and as a result I’m not it’s biggest fan. While I’m not offended by her use of profanity in the song, dropping the F bomb here feels forced, like she’s just saying it to be shocking. It was used in Raise Your Glass much more effectively and had more punch as a result. Even though F**kin’ Perfect doesn’t stray too far from her slow song formula, there are certain lines that stay stuck in my head for the rest of the day after I’ve heard in once, namely the “Pretty, pretty please; don’t you ever ever feel” line. I’m not sure if it’s because I like it or if it’s because it is perfectly engineered piece of pop music that does the job it set out to do.
I might sound like I’m bashing on Pink, but I’m not. When I first found out that she was releasing a greatest hits album I was with a friend of mine and we both thought how unnecessary that album really was. After looking at the track list, I found out how many Pink songs I really like. Just Like a Pill, Don’t Let Me Get Me, Trouble, and God is a DJ are all excellent examples of great Pink songs and I’m not even including her contribution to the epic Lady Marmalade.
All in all, F**kin Perfect is just kind of meh. Not great, not terrible. It certainly doesn’t stand up to her better songs but I would much rather hear this on the radio than a lot of other stuff out there.
Judgmental Day 