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It's about time to leave the Bieber-narrative alone. It's tired. It's loud. And as of now, it serves no real purpose. From YouTube-sensation to teen idol to headline-loitering bad-boy to current penitent, we've seen and heard Justin Bieber grow, evolve and learn since his emergence as a mere side-banged and hoodied 13-year-old, singing covers at his MacBook screen. It was more enticing to talk about JB than listen to JB and until now, our critiques of the pop star have been brasher than the music. But Justin Bieber is 21 now. It's time to stop talking and listen.

Purpose serves as the Canadian heartthrob's fourth studio album. I don't even need to tell you that it's an apologetic opus, cleansing Bieber from a damaged reputation following a batch of obnoxious and deprecating decisions, which played out publically these last few years, including an egg-throwing incident, a DUI, and let's not forget the horrendously racist self-remixed video that appeared on TMZ. Each incident has been headlined, tweeted, spoofed, roasted on Comedy Central and compressed into the dialogue in just as an obnoxious a manner as the "brat" behind it. But in order to hold onto the role as this generation's most successful solo male pop star, Bieber needed to change.

The apology tour came and went, yet rather than moving on with it all, critics continue to focus on Bieber, apart from the music that made him famous, fixated instead now, on the authenticity of the redundant repentance and his faith that propelled it. They question the public relations planning that went into damage control and molding Justin into a renewed spiritual pop presence through religious spoken word numbers and intimate introspective ballads of earnest reflection. But what is that really doing, rather than perpetuating the pressures of pop perfection that poison many child stars turned adult artists. Static noise. Whatever the case, mainstream pop is calculated; a genre hell-bent on smoke and mirrors. Singles are contrived, brands are manipulated and entire careers strategized. If Bieber's latest self-reinvention is what some critics are gumshoeing, it's clear that it's worked. Justin Bieber is back at the top of pop and with an album full of hits - one of which has recently earned him his first Billboard #1 spot.

Purpose is high-stakes pop; a defining moment in his already affluent career and declaration of adulthood to a sea of non-believers. His own renewed sense of faith offers a pulsing passion, while the scrutinized figure laments about fame, articulates post-break up confessionals and once again apologizes over intimate rave-lite production from sonic-drivers Skrillex, Diplo and Blood. "People aren't perfect and by not being perfect, you sometimes can disappoint people. With God, it's like he's perfect and he never disappoints. So I just get my recognition from him and give him recognition," he says on the deluxe cut's 'All in It'. It's the album's definitive statement.

Although hypnotic summertime smashes 'Where Are Ü Now', and 'What Do You Mean', are the come-back oeuvre's apex, flourishing with lush tropical-house drippings, Bieber's homecoming is simultaneously rooted in diverse blending R&B/dance sonic experiments. Intimate acoustic admissions ('Love Yourself'), towering electronic undercurrents ('I'll Show You'), syrupy ballads ('Life Is Worth Living'), elevated pop ('The Feeling') and emo-dancehall ('Sorry'), are assorted landscapes offering Biebs the breathing room to slide effortlessly between gritty whispers, smooth falsetto and crooning vocal runs alongside features like Nas, Travis Scott, Halsey and Big Sean. Notably shy of repetitive stadium-sized singalongs, it's a more intimate and mature affair on all accounts. By quieting things down, Justin Bieber may just drown out the noise.

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