In the face of current viral unpleasantness, some of the biggest musicians in the world have collectively decided to drop their albums. Childish Gambino, Sufjan Stevens, The Weekend, Pearl Jam, Dua Lipa, Nine Inch Nails have all released new albums in the past few weeks. Even Bob Dylan got in on the fun, releasing a track that's sure to become the next hit all the TikTok teens will be dancing to - a somber, sparsely instrumented 17-minute reflection on the assassination of John F. Kennedy. Perhaps the most anticipated album of the bunch is, of course, the thing we need most right now - The Medicine, the new EP from singer, songwriter, and famed Hawkeye, Jeremy Renner. Literal medicine would be nice, too, but Renner's album is the placebo we need until such medical treatments are available.
Imagine if Maroon 5 thought they were desperados roaming America's backroads on the Harley their dad bought them for their birthday and then you'll start to get a sense of what Jeremy Renner's album sounds like. It's a breezy 27-minutes that will make you wonder why you willingly entered this Margaritaville and then make you wonder why you can't leave. Is it the asiago crab dip or maybe the air of assuredness that everything they make will be awesome that permeates The Medicine? Hard to say. Surely, one of those reasons explains why I found myself entranced as I listened, but in the way that you snap out of it to realize you've stolen a baby under a sorcerer's hypnotic command.