August 23, 2019 - Republic Records
Taylor Swift’s new album Lover is too long. With false quirk and jubilee masked as maturity, the polemic artist throws up lines about leaving Christmas decorations up until January intentioned to relate to happy people that also are real people with complexity. Unfortunately, the dead-behind-the-eyes twenty-nine-year-old reveals her dilated sense of time and falls again into the uncanny valley, mimicking humans just enough to lend credence to the idea that stars are Manchurian Candidates controlled by the Illuminati. Anyway, I’m not here to spread “rumors.”
The album is not one long pitfall. Pleasurable moments pepper Lover and perhaps in its shortcomings, the album reveals facets of love that go beyond what its creator is capable of conveying herself. Lover without Swift’s personality cult would be a simply average album that borrows the pieces of itself from the last five years of Top 40 radio. In this way, we find Lover eerily close to a lover whose audience is enthralled, not because of its remarkable qualities, but because of the closeness they feel to the qualities. As a meta-narrative, I call Lover a win. As anything else, I call it a phenomenon among a wide demographic. ⛰️