How high is your threshold for bullshit? Because at the heart of this album is some borderline brilliant, nuanced, shimmering production, but its buried under shovelload after shovelload of bullshit. The real problem is Charli herself: from her name to her picture on the cover art, the album frames itself as some real retro-future, post-post-ironic tryhard bullshit, and nothing on the disc says otherwise. Charli's voice is stuck in that late-era Brittney Serious Pop Music grasping, mewling mode, and the lyrics are perfect for girls who've decided they've outgrown Miley but haven't actually matured overmuch. This is teenager music with better production.
And the production's good! Every trick in the book surges and flows. But to get to it you have to listen to some teenagers-with-feelings pop that doesn't have the self awareness to regard itself without Capital Letters. If that sounds good to you, I sincerely recommend this without malice, but don't let the accolades from the heavy hitter reviewers fool you, they're just blinded by the profound scale of the bullshit 2.5/5
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