The daughter of poet Sonja Yelich works juxtaposition like a stripper works a pole-eschewing Kardashianity with her head held high, admitting “We count our dollars on the train to the party/ everyone who knows us knows we’re fine with this/ We don’t come from money…”īoredom as insurrection and seeing past brokered blingdome is the new revolution plied by Lorde, who merges Lana Del Ray’s flat affect, Queen-evoking curtains of disembodied vocals and Massive Attack’s electronica over an anything but fizzy electro-pop. 1, finds Lorde ironically checking rap/video staples from Crystal, Grey Goose, tripping in the bathroom, jet planes to diamonds on your timepiece and tigers on a gold leash. “Royals,” the summer’s surprise lo-fi trance-ish alternative No. “Don’t you think that it’s boring how people talk,” Lorde hypnotically intones as Pure Heroine, her wildly anticipated debut opens on the confessional “Tennis Court.” “Making smart with their words again/ Well, I’m bored…”Ī 16-year old girl not looking to twerk, whine or sugarshock? Meet Ella Yelich-O’Connor, who emerges as a distaff Holden Caulfield, by employing a sangfroid that punches through an acquisitional society which measures worth by a flauntatiousness divorced from meaning.
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