The time has come to give Justin Bieber some respect.
Boy, I never thought I'd write that statement. You readers probably think I should turn in my rock-critic card.
R-E-S-P-E-C-T is what Biebs deserves because his latest album, "Purpose," is a major step forward, an appealing combination of smoky-voiced pop-soul crossed with dance-music beats. At 22, he has made the transition from twerpy teen idol to tattooed adult pop star.
I'm not the only critic to praise "Purpose." Entertainment Weekly gave it a B-plus, and those nitpicky hipsters at Pitchfork even gave it props.
When Bieb's hits "Sorry" and "Love Yourself" come on the radio, I pay attention. Who knew that Usher's protégé with the boyish voice and baby face could possibly be the real deal and not just some poseur?
Yet, nothing ever seems easy with Justin Bieber. Nearly every time you mention his name nowadays, you must start the second half of the sentence with "but" and then say something unflattering about Canada's biggest pop star. That's because for every two steps he takes forward, he seems to take one giant step back.
For every "Purpose," "Sorry" and "Where Are U Now," there is Biebs messing up. He jumps on Instagram to say no more autographs, disses Prince after he dies and gets into a fight with a 6-foot-5 man outside an NBA Finals game. (Read: The 10 worst Bieber boo-boos)
Biebs, who plays Target Center Sunday, has enough clout to get Grammy-grabbing EDM superstar Skrillex to produce most of "Purpose," get an invitation from Drake to remix the rapper's song-of-the-summer "One Dance" and get Ed Sheeran to co-write the kiss-off "Love Yourself" with the cutting if clever line, "My mama don't like you and she likes everyone."