As if Billy Joel needed to prove himself after selling millions of garbage albums. With Glass Houses, Joel set out to prove that a crooning, mediocre songwriter could actually rock rather than incapacitating his couch-listening wine drinkers. Glass Houses features louder, not loud guitars, bigger drum mixes, and the same shitty lyrics that pollute the rest of his albums. And the cherry on top of the poop sundae is Joel decided to mix in a saxophone apparently to provide some glue between his predictable hooks.
His “hardest” songs are as hard as an old man’s penis. The album opens with the lackluster rocker “You May Be Right,” as if to say, “I’m here, I’m near, get used to it.” Joel maybe “Right” (tough guy Joel goes for the grammatically incorrect ‘Right’ instead of ‘Correct’ which as it turns out could have been more rebellious), but he certainly isn’t crazy as the lyrics continue. “You May Be Right” is a calculated ditty designed to jar the Piano Man’s fans to life. Which it probably does considering every song up to this point from Joel knows how to rock the elevator.
“Sometimes Fantasy” and “Close to the Borderline” are more attempts to reveal Joel as an edgy man whom you’d never want your daughter to date. But the fact of the matter is, you actually would want your daughter to date Mr. Joel. Because underneath his craft rage are more mainstream Joel songs like “Don’t Ask Me Why” and “All for Leyna” where he does what he does best: mainstream hooky pop things.
Perhaps the best song on this tour ‘de poop is the album’s biggest hit, “It’s Still Rock and Roll to Me,” which reveals where Mr. Joel gets his inspiration. And that’s from nostalgia and not hard-hitting, in the gutter Rock-n-Roll. So the fruit this album bears is just that. Nostalgia and a copy-cat vibe.
Available in stores pretty much everywhere. And on iTunes. Not worth stealing off the Pirate Bay.