{ We can talk it so good, we can make it so divine
we can talk it good how you wish it would be all the time }
Lorde's debut album came out this week, and from critical acclaim to sold-out shows in New York City and general chatter among my friends—it seems homegirl is blowing up in a big way. I was turned onto "Royals" a few months ago, and from the hook to the lyrics it's just a flawlessly fun-but-makes-you-think song.
For this week's MWMM though, I want to surpass her more popular jams and pull out a track from the middle of her new album, called "Ribs." Tully and I can't stop listening to it, and I think you might have a similar reaction. Her deep, raspy-but-smooth voice rhapsodizes over a synth beat and an echoey chorus. It alternates between hypnotizingly slow and builds almost frenetically, and the effect is kind of entrancing. There. Did I use enough descriptive adjectives for you? Just listen:
Oh, and lest we forget, the New Zealand-born singer is only 16 years old. Yeah. Chew on that while you listen to her entire (phenomenal) album, Pure Heroine.
Oh, and lest we forget, the New Zealand-born singer is only 16 years old. Yeah. Chew on that while you listen to her entire (phenomenal) album, Pure Heroine.
uhhh her album has been on non stop repeat looove
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