What were you doing in 2004? Listening to Ashlee Simpson’s “Autobiography” on repeat and texting your crush on a Motorola Razr? Dude, same. Let’s take a moment to reflect on why, 10 years later, Simpson’s “Autobiography” is the best angry pop album to date.
Her catchy punk (read: thinly veiled pop) was a happy medium for our tormented teenage souls.
We thought Avril Lavigne went hard, and then we met Jessica Simpson’s badass little sister. She had black hair, so she was obviously the total opposite of picture-perfect Jessica, and … yeah, the whole hair thing was enough.
Ashlee Simpson’s debut album struck a chord with all the teens who had outgrown wholesome pop stars like Hilary Duff, but weren’t ready to venture into the scary world of Linkin Park. Her music was for the kids who shopped at Hot Topic, but only for their trendy studded belts and the occasional Hellogoodbye T-shirt.
“Pieces Of Me” undeniably slays.
Ashlee Simpson’s white tank top with “punk” written in pink lettering across the chest perfectly embodies her entire vibe. “Pieces of Me” was just as relatable as it was infectious. “Moody” and “messy?” Yup, that was us. Beyond accurately describing our teenage love lives, “Pieces of Me” felt extra special since we all totally knew it was about Ryan Cabrera, her boyfriend and our celebrity crush at the time. Read more »