Taylor Swift, The Life of a Showgirl ⭐️⭐️❌❌❌
Taylor Swift is back with a new album. This seems to be an annual occurrence at this point. Now, recently we have seen a number of artists albums this year who just released one last year, and I’ve thought they’ve all been lesser quality than their previous album. But if anybody can persevere and buck the trend, surely it’s Taylor Swift. Right?
Wrong. While this album is far superior to The Tortured Poets Department musically, lyrically it falls short… Again. I knew this was going to be a musical improvement over Tortured Poets because she reunited with Max Martin and Shellback, her 1989 era production team, to breathe life back into her sound. And they do accomplish that. The sound of this album is the highlight.
But the lyrics are, again, these tired Swift-ian tropes that can come across tone deaf at times. Like in “Father Figure” where she tries to take on the role of protector for younger artists, but it actually just comes across as condescending and almost threatening. Or, in a similar example, the song “Actually Romantic” where she got whatever reason goes after Charli XCX, and it of course just comes across as petty punching down. Don’t know why she thought that would be a good idea.
Musically, a step forward. Lyrically, a step back. Also, there’s a song about Travis Kelce’s dick, called “Wood.”
Favorite song: “The Life of a Showgirl (feat. Sabrina Carpenter)”
