Next year marks the 20th anniversary of Pink’s crash-landing into pop. Since then, she’s become one of music’s most beloved real talkers, blending ripped-from-the-journals lyrics with radio-ready beats and high-flying arena antics. Sonically, she’s a shape-shifter, applying her strong rasp to confidence-spiking rallying cries (“Don’t Let Me Get Me,”9 “F**kin’ Perfect”), kiss-off anthems (“So What,” “U + Ur Hand”), and sumptuous ballads (“Who Knew,” “Try”). Hurts 2B Human, her eighth album, implies a misery-fest. But Pink is far savvier than that. Instead she melds the pugilistic spirit that made her greatest hits stick with ideas borrowed from all over 2019’s pop map.Hurts’ stylistic breadth, linked from song to song by Pink’s world-weary yet optimistic outlook, makes it an enjoyable — and, at times, relatable — pop album from one of the Y2K pop boom’s veterans.