Another current hit, it sits at No. 3 on the Billboard Hot 100, after setting some kind of a record for being by a girl on the Alternative Rock chart. I heard this a couple weeks ago and fell for the hard edges of her declaiming, and the song’s clever mixing of working class self-definition with the usual dreams of luxury and love. I’ve since learned that Lorde is 16 (will be 17 in November) and from New Zealand. I’m not sure I see this as Alternative Rock, but it certainly isn’t a Dance track, so whatever. I heard it blasting from a car on the street today, echoing between the buildings, and it’s back in my head. So let’s go to sleep to pop.
Not as bad as two songs down, but godawful nonetheless.