A song about her deceased brother, in which she reflects fondly upon their childhood memories, this is perhaps why the track sounds reminiscent of some of Michael’s early work. “Broken Hearts Heal” is an equally emotional lyrical gem. “After You Fall” is a song that touches the rawest nerves and deepest emotions of the listener, assisted with a haunting piano track. It doesn’t help that it’s sandwiched between two of the strongest tracks on the album. The next track, “Shoulda Known Better,” falls short with lyrics that are sincere, but forced. Listening to this track makes it clear why the album is titled “Unbreakable.” Stating frankly, “Living my life/ The way that I hope/ Is leading me to/ The great forever.” I don’t know what it means, but I believe her. Throughout her career, Janet’s been clear of the fact that she is the person in charge, and this song is a reminder of just that. Up next is a standout track, “The Great Forever” - a hard track, juxtaposed with an unusual, mellow mid-song breakdown. The track is appropriately followed by another dance track: the groovy, Mustard-esque “Dammn Baby.” Assisted by rapper Missy Elliot, Janet then immediately jumps into “Burnitup!,” a fast-paced dance track with both women seeming to be in their natural elements and a song that is (excuse the pun) lit. The title track “Unbreakable” is first - a mid-tempo track in which Janet talks directly to her fans. The album starts with some uplifting tracks. The trio releases yet another accomplished product that encompasses her eclectic style and spirit, only matured and more modern. Jackson if you nasty) working once again with her long time collaborators: James “Jimmy Jam” Harris III and Terry Lewis.
Only Unbreakable is more than just sultry whispers - it’s her first album in seven (long) years, and the first since the death of her brother Michael, whose presence is felt more in this album than in any of her previous works.
As the women who were once considered her contemporaries (Madonna, Mariah), and even those deemed her successors (Brandy, Britney), fade from relevancy despite spirited effort, Janet Jackson strolls into a studio, whispers sultry sweet nothings (notably a certain hush sound) into a microphone, turns it into an album, and outdoes all aforementioned artists with ease.
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