This song is more infectious than Jeff Goldblum’s laptop in Independence Day
If Nicki Minaj wasn’t appearing to simultaneously appeal to primary school children and your lap dance-loving dad, she could be a role model for rebellion with her penchant for swearing like her breath depended on it. She sounds hardcore. She looks I-Don’t-Even-Wanna-Know-What-Core.
There’s a righteousness at the heart of these songs, a riveting freedom that makes Contemporary Indie — cute, smug, obvious, self-obsessed, eager to please — seem hilariously and stupidly irrelevant.
Sure. Julia Holter does sound softened, magical, intimate. Beauty is saddened.
Some of the most impressively bad writing about Grimes the internet has yet produced.
Visions seduces me a little more, yet at the same time, I know I will never truly love it
Maybe I’ll save the angst and tell her we started here all along