The perfect chorus. When you have it, it seems so obvious, like “Of course, that’s how that song’s supposed to flow.” It’s supposed to sound so easy to come up with. Of course, that is far, far from the case. Look at Janet Jackson. All the way through the “All For You” album, she came up with killer single after killer single, but then the catchy hooks dried up, and her last three albums sank without a trace. Mariah Carey, too, lost the plot and the hook for a time before she re-found the magic with “It’s Like That” and “We Belong Together.” Even the queen of the perfect pop chorus, Madonna found the well dry for a couple of albums before “Ray of Light” set her back straight.
But there are some choruses that just seem so inevitable, so gosh-darn perfect, like they were hand-delivered down by angels from pure pop heaven. “Finally” is such a song. Once you’ve heard the chorus, it settles itself into a comfortable nook and/or cranny in your cranium and makes itself home for… well, forever. And you know you wouldn’t want it any other way. “Finally, it has happened to me, right in front of my face, and I just cannot hide it…” Come on, sing along. You know you want to. “Yeah, yeah. Ah, woo.”