“To turn over in bed and see you there
is to see you in a new hemisphere.
The geography of desire
…The mind is
a landscape like a room.
And all across the night
we shifted and we shifted into
…The universe could
have been many places. Now it is
just one place. We race and we race to it
and when we arrive
we are two tired, busted-out stars.
In a room wherefrom you are looking at me:
what we obliterate is ours.”
Read the entire poem at Sundog.
That feeling when your cool, kindred Goth friend abandons you for the cheerleader squad. Former champion of the outcast Lorde’s sophomore album is heavily and obviously influenced by her joining the Taylor Swift pop tart party squad.
It’s not bad for what it is, but it’s not my Lorde. If not for a few good tracks and the bizarrely gushing praise elsewhere, I wouldn’t even bother writing about it.
The lovely, melancholy ballad “Liability” is by far the standout track, and “Writer in the Dark” has a nice Kate Bush vibe.
“Green Light” and “Sober” take a more interesting approach to catch dance music than the rest of the album. Sadly, Lorde’s exquisitely distinctive voice and lyrical poetry is otherwise watered down with Auto-Tune and mediocre beats.
Unlike her addictive, uniquely spectacular debut, Pure Heroine, I doubt I’ll bother listening to Melodrama in the future.