Album Review: I Can’t Dance Don’t Worry by Glenda Griffith
Alright, so I’ve been vibing to Glenda Griffith’s I Can’t Dance Don’t Worry, and honestly? It’s a bit of a wild ride. This Japanese pop-rock gem from Ariola America has some serious personality, even if it feels like it came outta nowhere. The album's kinda all over the place, but in a good way—like when you stumble into a random karaoke bar and everyone’s just going for it.
Let me break it down real quick. First off, the title track “I Can’t Dance” is hilarious because who names a song that?! But here’s the thing—it works. It’s got this bouncy, carefree energy that makes you wanna shrug off your worries and just… exist. Like, yeah, you’re not gonna be the star of the dance floor, but does it really matter? The beat’s catchy enough to make up for any two-left-feet vibes. Plus, Glenda’s voice has this quirky charm to it, like she’s laughing along with you while singing. Honestly, I couldn’t stop humming it after the first listen.
Then there’s “Don’t Worry,” which hits different. If “I Can’t Dance” is the fun buddy dragging you out of your shell, “Don’t Worry” is more like the chill friend handing you tea during a rough day. It’s slower, softer, and packed with these dreamy guitar riffs that feel straight outta a late-night drive scene in a movie. There’s something about how Griffith layers her vocals here—it’s soothing but still raw, like she knows life’s messy but hey, we’ll get through it. I dunno, maybe it’s the rock undertones sneaking in, but this one stuck with me long after the album ended.
The rest of the tracks are solid too, though they don’t hit as hard as those two. You can tell Griffith’s pulling from both pop and rock influences, and sometimes it feels like she’s trying to figure out exactly where she fits. But honestly? That unpredictability kinda works. It keeps things fresh, even if it’s not perfect.
Here’s the kicker though—why is an album like this coming out of Japan under an American label? Feels like someone shuffled the music industry deck and dealt us a weird hand. Not complaining though, ‘cause weird often ends up being memorable. And honestly, isn’t that what music’s supposed to do? Stick around in your head like gum on a shoe?
So yeah, give I Can’t Dance Don’t Worry a spin if you’re into stuff that doesn’t take itself too seriously. Or if you need a reminder that dancing badly (or not at all) is totally okay. Oh, and next time you’re feeling overwhelmed, blast “Don’t Worry.” Trust me, it helps. Now excuse me while I attempt to actually dance without falling over…
