MID-WEEK MUSIC MOMENT: LORDE

{ 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.