
For me, the height of Ayumi Hamasaki's career was the 2002/2003 Rainbow / I Am... era. On those two albums, Ayu and Max Matsuura forged an original and intensely modern sound, one that combined the futuristic gloss and production of electronic dance music with the grind and guitar base of hard rock, all leavened with strong pop flourishes that somehow sounded more ambitious than any of Ayu's previous material (which had been good, to be honest, if a bit sugary and conventional). Appellations like 'dancy metal-pop' or 'club-core with solos' sound ridiculous, but accurately describe the albums' innovative fusions. And they were albums, too, with transitions and spaced-out interludes to bridge the more disparate songs. Because of the unified production, a straight up club track like 'Connected' could segue easily into the driving rock of 'Evolution', and the whole thing felt seamless. For a while, Ayumi Hamasaki really did feel like the most modern pop star in the world, one who could get mentioned in grasping Time magazine supplements and still make you want to put her singles on your playlist.
But like many of my favorite artists, my estimation of Ayu's music has been up and down. From being intensely into her during the aforementioned period, I fairly lost interest through albums like My Story - which weren't bad, per se, but I had more pressing things to listen to at the time; and then this year's (miss)understood just about killed my regard for her completely. Although advance-release singles like 'Step You' and 'Alterna' set up some high expectations, they were ultimately misleading. You see, Ayu had been listening to Euro-dance group Sweetbox (inexplicably popular in Japan, justifiably unknown everywhere else), and had decided she liked their music so much she wanted their songs for herself.

Well...surprise! Ayu WINS! This is a great album. From its very first track, Secret destroys all fears: Ayu is very much alive and in no need of resuscitation. Seeming to have taken my advice, she's returned to Max Matsuura's production as if from a deeply regrettable adulterous affair, and Matsuura has welcomed her with open arms so that they can get back to the business of creating beautiful music. Everything great about the early albums is present in force, progressively expanding as the album unfolds. From the moment - somewhere around the fifty-second mark - where the synths and drums open up, panning across both channels like rogue waves, album-opener 'Not Yet' lets you know Ayu is resolutely back: it's a commanding intro, minimalistic but forceful, with impeccable production. This powerful phased opening sets expectations high: it's crammed with tension and space, and Ayu's simple lyric, repeated over in true techno fashion, quickly builds force. At just two minutes it's the perfect length to hook listeners and leave them breathlessly anticipating whatever is to come next. Not yet? Right now, is more like it.
'Until that Day' fulfills that promise, opening with an old-style, almost Led Zeppelin-type riff before breaking into waves of patented tech-rock. The chorus speeds it all up as Ayu spits vocals, while the bridge brings in an acoustic guitar to counterpoint the industrial clammer and almost-rap of the chorus. This song is the mark of a producer working with every color in his palette, completely in control of his materials; and Ayu sounds more confident than she has in years. Her voice has matured: it's no longer the little-girl squeal it was in something like 'Boys and Girls', and it doesn't need to rely on crutches like the digital voice-manipulation in some of the I Am... era tracks. Although not a natural by any stretch, Ayu has become, through incessant training and experience, a genuinely great vocalist, one who sounds just as commanding as the multilayered production swirling around her. She pwns this track.
The excellent 'Startin'', heard previously this year in single format, remains a blast of classic Ayu/Matsuura-style hard rock, with its serpentine guitar line underpinning the stadium-sized chorus and turntable breaks. The video is pretty corny by Ayu standards, but definitely a great pisstake the first time you see it, with Ayu ragging on Britney Spears and Uma Thurman in Kill Bill. After scores of uber-serious art-videos filled with disembodied eyeballs, Victorian peep-shows and futuristic factories churning out dance-androids, it's nice to know that Ayu can laugh at herself with a more lighthearted PV.
Startin' music video
'1LOVE' continues the rock (yes!), with strong guitars and a chorus that takes a little while longer to embed itself, but does the job nicely after that. It has a great Fellini-esque video too, continuing the decadence theme common in Ayu's recent big-budget videos. Ayu has always been savvy about the role played by mediation and soullessness in corporate pop music (the 'Alterna' video was high-level conceptual satire - seriously), but the '1LOVE' video is decadence for the sake of decadence - nothing wrong with that, after all - with Ayu working the stripper's pole in a room full of swirling clouds of cash, and later, circus freaks. What more could you ask for? It sure beats Koda Kumi's prissy 'ero-kawaii' gimmickry.
1Love music video
These opening tracks, the first quarter of the album, are such a quantum leap over anything on (miss)understood, indeed are so dead-to-rights, that you're reminded of how genuinely exciting and forward-sounding Ayu can be. Up to now, Secret has been so good that if it continued to maintain this level of quality, it'd easily be a contender for album of the year, and a true Ayu career highlight. Does the album maintain? Well, pretty much yes.

A song written for the 2006 Winter Olympics, 'Born to Be'. It's appropriately dramatic, a completely over-the-top, multi-tracked vocal-backed monster; too big, too loud and damn good. Ayu (and the production) unashamedly grandstand, trying to rise to the lofty Olympic occasion with a suitably Olympic-sized song. You could use it to soundtrack military marches, boxing warmup sessions, political inaugurations - anything big and formal and Triumph of the Will-y, really. Ayu and Matsuura should be commissioned to write a new Japanese national anthem or something.
'Beautiful Fighters' has one of those incredibly catchy vocal hooks and choruses that marked out old-school Ayu tracks like 'Real Me'. This is just a great straight-up pop song, one destined to be remixed a million times and pulled apart into thirty-two flavors of electronic taffy. It's followed by 'Blue Bird'...uh.

In light of this album, (miss)understood seems like a barely-remembered bad dream, or (more accurately, given its Sweetbox fixation) a palate-cleansing night of karaoke before the real thing. I was a little worried about Hamasaki's continued viability there for a while, but Secret has completely confounded my expectations - for the better! This album kicks just as much ass as the classics, and I'd recommend it without question to both longtime fans and initiates wondering what the big deal is about Asia's biggest pop star and the most remixed artist in the world. Really, way to go, Ayu.
Momentum music video
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