18 Yellow Roses by Joe Bourne: A Bloomin’ Good Time
Alright, let’s get into 18 Yellow Roses, the latest pop album from Joe Bourne, straight outta the Netherlands on Step In Time Records. Now, before you roll your eyes at yet another flower-themed record (seriously, how many petals can one genre handle?), hear me out—this thing has some charm that’ll stick with ya longer than you’d think.
First up, the title track “18 Yellow Roses.” It’s not just a clever name; it’s got this breezy vibe that feels like strolling through an Amsterdam park in spring. The melody is catchy without being obnoxious—kinda like when someone hums something and you accidentally start humming along too. The lyrics? Sweet but not sappy. Joe sings about giving 18 yellow roses as a gesture so heartfelt it almost makes you wanna call your ex… almost. You know what they say: flowers after a breakup are either romantic or deeply suspicious. Either way, this tune sticks in your head like gum under a picnic table.
Then there’s “Flowers,” which—I gotta admit—is where things take a quirky turn. If “18 Yellow Roses” is all sunshine and smiles, “Flowers” leans more toward moody rainclouds. The beat’s got a bit of swagger, like Joe forgot he was making a pop album and decided to channel his inner brooding poet instead. There’s this line about wilting blooms that hits harder than expected, especially if you’ve ever killed a houseplant or two (guilty). Plus, the chorus sneaks up on you—it’s simple, sure, but somehow satisfying, like finding money in last winter’s coat pocket.
Now, don’t expect anything groundbreaking here. This isn’t the kind of album that redefines pop music or wins Grammys. But honestly? That’s part of its appeal. Joe Bourne doesn’t try too hard to impress—he just delivers solid tunes with enough personality to keep things interesting. And hey, sometimes you don’t need a masterpiece; sometimes you just need something fun to blast while folding laundry or pretending you’re starring in your own rom-com montage.
So yeah, 18 Yellow Roses might not change your life, but it’ll definitely brighten your playlist for a few spins. Just be warned: once those tracks worm their way into your brain, good luck getting them out. Oh, and next time you see roses at the store, maybe grab eighteen. Who knows? They might inspire you to write your own hit song—or at least make someone smile.
Final thought: If plants could sing, I bet they’d sound a lot like Joe Bourne. Weird flex, but I’m sticking with it.
