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  • Neither Radical Nor Incredibly Optimistic, Dua Lipa’s Radical Optimism Still Manages to Contend For Album of the Summer (Hell, Maybe Even the Year)

    Neither Radical Nor Incredibly Optimistic, Dua Lipa’s Radical Optimism Still Manages to Contend For Album of the Summer (Hell, Maybe Even the Year)

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    Commencing with an immediate callback to the sound of Crystal Waters’ “Gypsy Woman,” Dua Lipa kicks off what is sure to be the album of the summer with a song called, appropriately, “End Of An Era.” For a long time, it has been. Especially as 2024 marks a major political shift yet again in terms of upcoming elections and shifting allegiances amid two fraught wars (Israel-Palestine and Russia-Ukraine). By the same token, every other month feels like the dawning of a new era in an age where everything is accelerated: media, news cycles, political melees. Thus, for Lipa to title her third record Radical Optimism is, indeed, very radical. Or perhaps endlessly naive and delusional. Either way, the cover of the album now famously features the exposed fin of a shark swimming directly next to a simultaneously backgrounded and foregrounded Lipa, who seems to be wearing something akin to an evening gown rather than a bathing suit (or “swimming costume,” as the Brits prefer to say). Let’s just say it doesn’t quite top Rihanna’s more bombastic photoshoot inside the mouth of “Jaws” for a 2015 issue of Bazaar (obviously, Ri was the cover star). 

    In fact, Rihanna posed for said photoshoot partially in honor of the movie’s fortieth anniversary that year. One that seemed to render sharks very on-trend, what with Katy Perry’s Super Bowl performance also featuring a dancer (the left one) in a shark costume that stole the show…for struggling to keep up with his fellow shark-costumed dancer (the right one). As for Rihanna’s commentary on sharks, she noted, “I try my best to avoid the sharks of life, but I have had my share of experiences with them. In those cases I just have to handle them accordingly. But I do not swim with sharks…sharks swim with sharks.” And yet, Lipa certainly isn’t one. This is the woman who talks of “manifesting” things and presently makes 70s-inspired psychedelic music. Granted, that’s largely Kevin Parker a.k.a. Tame Impala’s doing—a musician that Lipa has wanted to work with since her first album, citing 2015’s Currents as “the record that completely shook me.”

    And now, Lipa aims to do the same with Radical Optimism. Like Future Nostalgia, it borrows heavily from musical genres past. Though Lipa says those genres are “70s,” it still smacks of the 80s electrobeats she’s so fond of. However, Lipa remarked that, in terms of influences, “I found myself looking through the music history of psychedelia, trip hop and Britpop. It has always felt so confidently optimistic to me, and that honesty and attitude is a feeling I took into my recording sessions.” Regarding that term, “radical optimism,” Lipa also explained, “A couple years ago, a friend introduced me to the term Radical Optimism. It’s a concept that resonated with me, and I became more curious as I started to play with it and weave it into my life. It struck me—the idea of going through chaos gracefully and feeling like you can weather any storm.” It’s a concept, of course, that the rich are well-equipped to “play with” and “weave” into their lives. Just as they are to have the time and energy to romanticize love (see also: Taylor Swift). So it is that “End Of An Era” begins with the lyrics, “What’s it about a kiss/That makes me feel like this?/Makes me an optimist, I guess/I always jump too quick/Hoping this one might stick/Hopelessly romantic.”

    In contrast to Swift, however, Lipa combines both the magic of falling in love with the “ew you’re gross” breakup aftermath into one song. For, halfway through it, she shrugs, “No more, you’re not my type/No more, at least I tried/Done with the lonely nights, I guess/One chapter might be done/God knows I had some fun.” So it is that she moves on to the “next chapter” (read: another dude) in the same song. By the time the post-chorus comes around, Lipa is majorly channeling Marina Diamandis’ Electra Heart persona as she sings the following in a manner that sounds like the intro to “Homewrecker”: “In the clouds, there she goes/Butterflies, let them flow/Another girl falls in love/Another girl leaves the club/Send a big kiss goodbye/To all of the pretty eyes/Another girl falls in love/Another girl leaves the club.” And so it is that the tinge of jadedness amid Lipa’s so-called optimism is already noticeable from the outset, complete with Lipa sighing, “Here she goes again” as the song comes to a close. What’s more, Lipa makes a commentary on the notion that it’s easy to “fall in love” with the “illusion” of someone when you first meet them (a topic also discussed on her third single from the record, called, what else, “Illusion”). Particularly if one’s first impression of them takes place in a club setting. 

    And while Gen Z might find such notions of club meetings “quaint,” Lipa still lays that setting on thick in terms of being a viable meeting place for “love.” Even if the people you meet there often turn out to be “disappearing acts” the following morning. An image that segues nicely into “Houdini,” along with the “End Of An Era” line, “In the clouds, there she goes.” This idea of a girl only being “for the taking” for a split second before her mood changes and she comes to her senses is the crux of “Houdini” (e.g., “It’s your moment/Baby, don’t let it slip”). As the first single from the album, it is arguably the most Tame Impala-sounding, with lyrical imagery that continues to focus on kisses and lips (“See you watching and you blow me a kiss” and “Come in closer, are you reading my lips?”). But, more than anything, it’s about the urgency of capturing that lightning in a bottle moment—or, in this scenario, that lightning in a bottle person. So it is that Lipa declares during a chorus soundtracked by an utterly frenetic musical backdrop, “They say I come and I go/Tell me all the ways you need me/I’m not here for long/Catch me or I go/Houdini.”

    At another point in the song, Lipa tells her would-be suitor, “If you’re good enough, you’ll find a way.” Something in that line smacks of pro-capitalist propaganda, the type of “how bad do you want it” mumbo-jumbo that ensures anyone who doesn’t “succeed” (a.k.a. make gobs of money) will feel like total shit about it. Lipa appears, ultimately, to be aiming for the same effect with her suitor, making him feel as though he’s totally inadequate and unworthy of her “charms” in the first place. 

    The Sheryl Crow-esque (thematically speaking) “Training Season” follows “Houdini,” and also serves as Radical Optimism’s second single. In a similar fashion, Lipa trolls her would-be suitors by posing the shade-drenched question, “Are you someone that I could give my heart to?/Or just the poison that I’m drawn to?” Adding, “It can be hard to tell the difference late at night” as though to emphasize her intent that, like Future Nostalgia, this is another “club album.” Designed for those women who like to go out on the town and make “bad decisions,” usually related to the men they’re drunkenly attracted to. And being drunk, to be sure, can make ones expectations even more unrealistically honest. Ergo Lipa’s pronouncement, “Need someone to hold me close/Whose love feels like a rodeo/Deeper than I’ve ever known.”

    Talking of drunkenness, the standout fourth track on the album, “These Walls,” immediately dives into the image, “And when the night ends up in tears/Wake up and we blame it all on being wasted.” This after the song’s gentle, whimsy-filled intro (which also reappears later in the chorus) that sounds like something The Beatles would have approved of sonically (particularly George Harrison). Less cavalier about relationships being ephemeral than she has been on the previous three tracks, Lipa woefully sings, “Oh, this love is fadin’/So much we’re not sayin’/But if these walls could talk, they’d say, ‘Enough’/They’d say, ‘Give up’/If these walls could talk/They’d say, ‘You know’/They’d say, ‘You’re fucked/It’s not supposed to hurt this much/Oh, if these walls could talk/They’d tell us to break up.” Considering it’s been a while since someone put that classic expression to good use (probably not since the abortion-centric HBO movie from 1996, If These Walls Could Talk), Lipa brings it back in the best way possible. The 80s-inspired emotiveness of her vocal delivery is also part of what makes “These Walls” among the most memorable tunes on Radical Optimism

    That’s less the case for the more generic-sounding “Whatcha Doin” (a question she’ll also ask on “Illusion”), which sounds like a combination of Mariah Carey’s “Dreamlover” at the beginning followed by homogenous-sounding 90s R&B as the song progresses. It also marks another lyrical and thematic advancement in terms of gradually showing Lipa becoming more vulnerable the deeper into Radical Optimism one gets. As such, “Whatcha Doin” is all about her fear of becoming too “unguarded” when it comes to falling in love with the latest bloke who has her attention. So it is that she confesses, “After midnight [how Taylor]/Me and my thoughts alone/There’s a part of me that wants to steal your heart/And a part that tells me, ‘Don’t’/‘Cause I’m no good at givin’ up control” (well, no, that’s actually Madonna—a renowned control freak in all aspects of her life both personal and professional). This sentiment corroborates what she already said about her “bucking bronco” nature on “Training Season”: “I need someone to hold me close, deeper than I’ve ever known/Whose love feels like a rodeo, knows just how to take control.”

    Lipa continues, “But if control is my religion [as it is Janet Jackson’s]/And I’m headin’ for collision/Lost my 20/20 vision/Please [a word that harkens back to her Future Nostalgia song, “Pretty Please”]/Whatcha doin’ to me, baby?/I’m scared to death that you might be the one to change me/You’re in my head and now you’re cloudin’ my decisions/Got me headin’ for collision.” The not-so-optimistic assumption being that Lipa is destined for heartbreak as all relationships are doomed to end, no matter how “magical” they seem at the beginning. 

    That perspective ties in nicely with “French Exit” (sorry to those who think it should be “Irish Goodbye”). A number that speaks to Lipa’s belief that you can’t get hurt if you don’t say goodbye. As for the instrumentals backing the lyrics, “French Exit” is the most acoustic guitar-laden (serving as a precursor for the even more Spanish-sounding “Maria”), which gives it a different feel from the other offerings on Radical Optimism. Here Lipa continues to explore her intense fear of becoming vulnerable, wielding the metaphor of the dance floor yet again to say, “Everybody’s still dancin’/Everybody’s holdin’ hands and romancin’/Someone’s gotta be the last one standin’/And I hate that I’m leaving you stranded/But I gotta hit the road.” The reason she has to? Why, so as not to get too attached, of course. After all, she’s learned her lesson from past heartbreaks, hasn’t she?

    Using this “logic,” she insists, “It’s not a broken heart if I don’t break it/‘Goodbye’ doesn’t hurt if I don’t say it/And I really hope you’ll understand it/Only way to go is a French exit.” Considering Lipa’s affinity for speaking French (see/hear also: her 2020 collaboration with Angèle, “Fever”), she isn’t one to miss the opportunity to pepper in little phrases to drive home the point of her love of a French exit, sultrily uttering things like, filer à l’anglaise (which means, more or less, “to dash off, English-style”) and “French exit, c’est la seule solution.”

    During another moment, Lipa gets even more candid with the assertion, “I’m better at a clеan break than leaving doors open/I know you’re gonna say I shoulda stayed ’til the end/But, right now, I can’t give you what you want.” Which is a funny thing to admit when taking into account that the bulk of this album is about other people (read: men) not being able to give her what she wants. The same is true on “Illusion,” which marks Lipa’s return to the “can’t pin me down” motif of the first three songs. With intermittent musical echoes of Anita Ward’s “Ring My Bell,” Lipa proceeds to announce that she’s taken her rose-colored glasses off and won’t be falling for any bullshit going forward.

    With that in mind, it’s no wonder she balks, “I already know your type, tellin’ me the things I like/Tryna make me yours for life, takin’ me for a ride/I already know your type, think you playin’ your cards right/Don’t you know I could do this dance all night?” There’s that dance floor metaphor again. Lipa then continues her confident “fuck you” vibe with the chorus, “Ooh, what you doin’?/Don’t know who you think that you’re confusin’/I be like, ooh, it’s amusin’/You think I’m gonna fall for an illusion.”

    Switching back to her vulnerable side again on “Falling Forever,” Lipa oozes an 80s power ballad atmosphere (with production help from Danny L Harle, Ian Kirkpatrick and Cameron Gower Poole), giving her best neo-interpretation of Bonnie Tyler as she asks, “Are you good at holding on?/I know the mind is quick to throw away the moment/Where this takes us, maybe I don’t wanna know yet/‘Cause for now, you’re all I want/They say you got it, then it’s gone/I don’t believe that every flame has to get colder/I hope the feelings that you give me carry over/‘Til tomorrow and beyond” (or “to infinity and beyond”). Her optimism is belied by the tinge of doubt present in additional questions like, “How long, how long?/Can it just keep getting better?/Can we keep falling forever?” 

    Lipa’s examination of whether or not there really can be such a thing as “forever” in matters of love is at its most soul-baring on “Anything For Love,” the shortest song on the album (perhaps because Lipa doesn’t want get “too real” for too long). Starting out as a stripped-down piano ditty, “Anything For Love,” crystallizes all the fears Lipa has expressed thus far. Which leads her to confess what she does and doesn’t want out of a true love: “And I’m not interested in a love that gives up so easily/I want a love that’s set on keeping me/When it hurts, we don’t even think to cut it off/And I’m not interested in a heart that doesn’t beat for me/I want a mind that meets me equally/When it’s hard, it won’t evеr feel like it’s too much/Remembеr when we used to do anything for love?” The music picks up the rhythm (jettisoning the piano in the process) with the first verse, transitioning to an 80s sound again as Lipa ruminates, “We’re all terrified of heartbreak/Run at first signs of problems/Make it look way too easy/We all got too many options.”

    In many ways, she seems to be romanticizing the heyday of monogamy’s hold over people (particularly in the mid-twentieth century, before divorce rates started to pop off in the 70s and 80s). When married couples or even long-term relationship couples weren’t as quick to use the “get out of jail free card” as they are now. And yes, that’s in large part because dating apps have promised “so many other choices.” All amounting to ending up alone. 

    Because Lipa wouldn’t be a true pop star if she didn’t offer up her rendition of a “Spanish-flavored song,” she brings us the penultimate “Maria.” With acoustic guitars that are even heavier than the ones on “French Exit,” the uptempo rhythm is a positive rumination on a current boyfriend’s ex. While it might initially come across as a garden-variety “jealousy” track (à la “Jolene,” which Beyoncé unfortunately saw fit to remake this year) with the lyrics, “​​Maria, I know you’re gone/But I feel ya when we’re alone/Even when I’m here in his arms/I know you’re somewhere in his heart,” the truth is that Lipa actually appreciates this ex. And all she’s done to mold her boyfriend into a better man. A man who has learned some lessons from his mistakes with Maria. Being that love triangles that manage to accommodate everyone without leaving the “third wheel” out are a seeming trend this year (thanks to Challengers, and now this), it shows pop culture has come a long way from the days of the Carrie, Big and Natasha love triangle from Sex and the City. Because, no, Natasha definitely wasn’t grateful for “everything” Carrie did to “break” Big in. 

    You’d never hear the likes of her singing, “Never thought I could feel this way/Grateful for all the love you gave/Here’s to the lovers that make you change/Maria, Maria, Maria.” Lipa’s love for exes persists on the reminiscent-of-Olivia-Rodrigo’s-“happier” “Happy For You.” As the track that serves as the, that’s right, optimistic coda to Radical Optimism, it’s a pointed note to end on. And, needless to say, it’s more “mature” than Rodrigo’s sentiments on “happier” when she sings, “I hope you’re happy/But not like how you were with me/I’m selfish, I know, I can’t let you go/So find someone great, but don’t find no one better/I hope you’re happy/I wish you all the best, really/Say you love her, baby, just not like you loved me.” 

    Thus, Lipa’s more “evolved” emotions about a breakup are a mirror of Gwen Stefani’s 2004 single, “Cool.” Something that tracks when considering she told Rolling Stone earlier this year, ​​“I think I’ve had breakups in my life where I felt like the only kind of breakup you could have was when things just ended really badly. Things ending in a nice way was such a new thing… It taught me a lot… When you have a feeling like that one, you feel really grown because you’re like, ‘Oh, whoa, I’m such an evolved human being that I can see my ex move on and feel good about it.’” 

    Accordingly, she sings in the chorus, “I must’ve loved you more than I ever knew (didn’t know I could ever feel)/‘Cause I’m happy for you (now I know everything was real)/I’m not mad, I’m not hurt/You got everything you deserve/I must’ve loved you more than I ever knеw/I’m happy for you.” Of all her exes, the most likely inspiration seems to be Anwar Hadid, currently dating a model named Sophia Piccirilli. And yes, Lipa does mention a model in the opening verse that goes: “Late on a Tuesday, I saw your picture/You were so happy, I could just tell/She’s really pretty, I think she’s a model/Baby, together you look hot as hell.” How “grown” of Lipa indeed. Though, naturally, it helps when you’re model hot yourself to have these “beneficent feelings.”

    With the album over in under thirty-eight minutes, perhaps the most refreshing and “radical” thing about it is that, in a sea of “blockbuster” records that are overstuffed with songs this year (*cough cough* Cowboy Carter and The Tortured Poets Department), Lipa keeps it classic in terms of the record’s relative “shortness” (eleven tracks). Making the album breezy, enjoyable to listen to and, in effect, the ideal “no-frills” pièce de résistance for summer (a major step up from that flaccid “song of the summer” “contender” Lipa once tried to offer with 2022’s “Poison”). 

    As for the overarching message, Lipa reminds listeners that to surrender to falling in love is to be radically optimistic before it all gives way to unbridled cynicism (and sometimes, starting over again in a new relationship after being badly burned in the last one is part of that optimism in love, too). Lipa pictured next to that shark, however, is more than just a representation of taking a risk on love. No, instead, this image is a representation of how most of us live now: forcing ourselves to believe it will all be fine, knowing full well that catastrophe is imminent. In that sense, Lipa gives us a summer album for a decade that has wielded denial like a vaccine (pandemic allusion intended) against reality.

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    Genna Rivieccio

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  • With “Training Season,” Dua Lipa Effectively Asks the Sheryl Crow Question, “Are You Strong Enough to Be My Man?”

    With “Training Season,” Dua Lipa Effectively Asks the Sheryl Crow Question, “Are You Strong Enough to Be My Man?”

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    After the musical vibe established by the Tame Impala (a.k.a. Kevin Parker)-produced “Houdini,” Dua Lipa persists in giving us a sonic sample of what her third album will be like. Once again co-produced by Kevin Parker and Danny L Harle (known for his work with Caroline Polachek), “Training Season” continues the 70s psychedelic motif of “Houdini” with perhaps even more attitude. Indeed, the song was reportedly inspired by a slew of middling dates that made Lipa realize such truisms as, “Don’t wanna have to teach you how to love me right/I hope it hits me like an arrow/Someone with some potential/Is it too much to ask for, who understands?” 

    The answer, based on the clientele she’s endured in the past, is a resounding yes. It is too much to ask for (particularly now, when the chicness of polyamory has given men even more incentive to flit around like little birds). And it’s a question that Sheryl Crow effectively demanded long ago on her 1994 single, “Strong Enough,” during which she sings, “I’d be the last to help you understand/Are you strong enough to be my man?” There are other portions of the track that also mirror Lipa’s frustration with the landscape of available men (though, in Crow’s case, she seems to be addressing just one man in particular), namely when Crow laments, “Nothing’s true and nothing’s right/So let me be alone tonight/‘Cause you can’t change the way I am/Are you strong enough to be my man?” What Lipa rues, however, isn’t that she can’t change, but that none of the men around her are capable of doing so…at least not without needing to be, that’s right, trained. And, obviously, Lipa is so over that at this stage in her life. 

    To that end, she diverges from Crow urging, “Lie to me/I promise I’ll believe/Lie to me/But please don’t leave.” In contrast, Lipa would urge her mediocre suitors to bugger right off. Because, as she states quite plainly, “Need someone to hold me close/Deeper than I’ve ever known/Whose love feels like a rodeo/Knows just how to take control/When I’m vulnerable He’s straight talking to my soul/(If that ain’t you, then let me know, yeah)/Conversation overload.” The rodeo theme is something Lipa glommed onto long before Beyoncé came along to graft the “ghetto fabulous cowgirl” look from Madonna’s Music era. In fact, it’s an aesthetic she acknowledged in the 2021 video for Future Nostalgia’s “Love Again.” 

    Rodeo or not, though, based on Lipa’s unending assortment of bland (not just blind) dates at the coffee shop in the accompanying video directed by Vincent Haycock (known mostly for directing Lana Del Rey’s “West Coast,” as well as numerous videos for Florence + the Machine), there is no such “conversation overload” to be had. And if there is, it’s certainly not anything of a scintillating variety. 

    To underscore that grim dating reality, Lipa opens the video with a series of apologetic messages on her phone’s answering machine (again emphasizing that she’s in a retro mood) from various fuckboys who have bored her in the past. That she’s posted up in a date setting—the proverbial coffee shop—that is known for being the “safe approach” to first or blind dates only amplifies the general lack of expectation she has for any of these gits. And there’s quite a large lot of them as the video progresses, whether huddled outside staring at her through the window like she’s an animal in a zoo (clearly a fame metaphor), ogling her from inside the cafe or generally peacocking around each other as they vie for Lipa’s attention. 

    Alas, none of them can seem to hold her interest for very long, prompting her to head to the bathroom at one point to languidly reapply her lipstick. If anyone else can relate to Lindsay Lohan as Elizabeth Taylor screaming, “I’m bored! I’m so bored!,” it’s Dua Lipa in this video. Even so, she keeps staying at the coffee shop, hoping that even just one of these suitors might be strong (and interesting) enough to be her man as they all start to swirl around her like rabid, wild animals. 

    To her advantage, she’s accustomed to such frenzy. To her dismay, none of the blokes can deliver even a modicum of what she’s looking for. Hence, her automated outbox message recording at the end of the video declaring, “The mailbox is full and cannot accept any messages at this time. Goodbye.”

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    Genna Rivieccio

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  • Get Caught in Caroline Polachek and Weyes Blood’s Ethereal “Butterfly Net”

    Get Caught in Caroline Polachek and Weyes Blood’s Ethereal “Butterfly Net”

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    Continuing the dreamy motifs presented on Desire, I Want to Turn Into You, Caroline Polachek has given listeners another taste of one of the bonus tracks from her forthcoming deluxe edition of the album. And who better to help her with that task than the equally dreamy stylings of Weyes Blood? Assisting with a reworked version of track ten on the record, “Butterfly Net” (co-produced with Danny L Harle), Weyes Blood layers the sonic offering with her own rich vocals for an effect that’s altogether ethereal. 

    As part of the Everasking Edition of Desire…, Polachek chooses a fitting song to punctuate the date she’s choosing to re-release the record: Valentine’s Day. Just as she did the same for the original version of the record. On the remixed version of “Butterfly Net” (once again co-produced by Danny L Harle), there are marked distinctions. Not just because of Weyes Blood’s presence, but the entire reworked sound. Alone in Polachek’s hands, the song is actually less bittersweet, and more tinged with a Beth Orton vibe. The music, too, is more stripped down on the original. And while the remix might initially sound almost a capella, it builds toward a burst of decidedly 90s-inspired power ballad glory—but with a more acoustic emphasis.

    Toward the end of the three-minute mark, a repeated, siren-like chant speaks to the mermaid-esque cover art of the single. Displaying Weyes Blood and Polachek “caught” in what looks more like a fishing net than a butterfly net, positioned and aesthetically styled in such a way that it’s almost as though you can’t tell where one chanteuse begins and the other ends. This all being punctuated by a black background that lends a somber air to it, a note of finality. What’s more, the two look like something out of Lana Del Rey’s “Music to Watch Boys To” video (complete with their donning of headphones), you know, the underwater scenes that also got repurposed for the “Freak” video. 

    As a love song that speaks not to “being caught” by someone else, but rather, to trying to “catch [their] light,” it makes an ideal addition to the annals of “love gone wrong” tracks. Even if it is not as straightforward as other songs of that genre (e.g., Justin Timberlake’s “Cry Me A River,” Eamon’s “Fuck It” and Taylor Swift’s “We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together,” among many other “love gone wrong” numbers by her). When Polachek and Weyes Blood sing in harmony, “There you were/With your mirror/Shining the world all over me/There I was/With my butterfly net/Trying to catch your light,” there is the implication that the song refers to two people who can never quite “align.” Whether that means emotionally or physically—or both—the result is the same: an unbearable poignancy. A keen sense of regret over not having been able to make something work. 

    Then again, some people can satisfy themselves with the idea that “at least” something was able to work out for a while, at a certain time and place in one’s life. Even if not “forever,” as the monogamist propaganda so often leads us to believe. Indeed, there’s a few other songs on Desire, I Want to Turn Into You that acknowledge the disconnect between romantic expectation versus reality. And yet, a song like “Fly to You” featuring Grimes and Dido explores the kind of love that is more resilient, able to bounce back from various fights and mood swings. Less lyrically abstract than “Butterfly Net,” Polachek asks on “Fly to You,” “Will you still love me after the bend?/Remember what’s gone before, not loaded with regret/Ooh, I fly to you/After all the tears, you’re all I need.” It’s a sharp contrast to the conceptual sentiments of “Butterfly Net,” especially with Polachek and Weyes Blood singing the lyrics, “Faithful inertia/Her bullet doesn’t slow/It seeks and finds me/How far it goes/Heaven help me/Take this bag of wings/And drown it in the Thames/And wake tomorrow/Hollow/Hardly forgetting.”

    These symbolic lyrics are also in contrast to another more exuberant song that leads up to the original “Butterfly Net,” “Blood and Butter.” And yet, Polachek still knows how to allude to the intermixed pain and pleasure of love as she croons, “Let me dive through your face to the sweetest kind of pain/Call you up/Nothing to say/No, I don’t need no entertaining/When the world/Is a bed” and “Look how I forget who I was/Before I was the way I am with you.” This latter statement can double as being either “good” or “bad.” Falling into the latter category when one loses their entire sense of identity in a relationship. 

    That Polachek chose “Butterfly Net” as the song from Desire… to rework (and not just because she had already performed it live a few times with Weyes Blood) seems telling of her, er, desire to return to a song that is more ambiguous about love everlasting (not everasking). On the one hand, it seems she’s saying that she has found the person who will “last,” manifest in the verse, “I collected stupid ashes/So that after you’d gone/I could hold onto somеthing/But you stayed unwavering/Through evеry false goodbye/Unsubsiding/Pining/For now and for never” (the “for never” being indicative of her unfaltering realism). On the other, some irrepressible part of her knows she should still continue to remain on her guard about falling fully prey to such notions, with Weyes Blood joining her for the bridge that goes, “Oh, if only/The umbrella of the sky/Could wrap us up and up/That’s where I’d zoom in close/Dilated as your eyes/Until then, I’ll keep it brief.” Then there is that oft-repeated line about trying to catch someone’s light, as though, instead, all they’re ever met with is a series of near misses while trapped in darkness (which is what the single’s cover art alludes to). 

    In effect, the re-release of “Butterfly Net” not only highlights the larger themes of Desire…, but also makes one realize that Polachek could easily add another bonus track to the Everasking Edition that provides a riff on The Verve’s “Bittersweet Symphony” that goes, “‘Cause it’s a bittersweet symphony that’s love/Try to make someone want you forever/You’re a slave to the feeling then you get shoved.”

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    Genna Rivieccio

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  • “Welcome to My Island, Bitch” Is the New “It’s Britney, Bitch”

    “Welcome to My Island, Bitch” Is the New “It’s Britney, Bitch”

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    For those who didn’t think Caroline Polachek’s bop, “Welcome to My Island,” could get any better, Charli XCX has arrived to give her own take on it. One delivered in the “persona” of a decidedly creamy smooth pop icon goddess (as Madonna likes to call herself). In this regard, XCX continues to adopt the same braggadocious tone we’ve come to know and love on Crash, translating it into a “remix” that feels like a dripping-in-decadence song unto itself. Indeed, Polachek’s faint presence in the background of her own single is overshadowed by XCX with far more overtness than Taylor Swift doing the same to Lana Del Rey during “Snow on the Beach.” But that’s to be expected when Polachek trusts in XCX’s brilliance to remake a song based on their past collaborations together (including “New Shapes,” which also featured Christine and the Queens). And the brilliance XCX provides here is no exception to the rule.

    As someone who has transformed parodying pop stardom to the point where she can perhaps no longer blur the line between the parody and the real, the George Daniel and Charli XCX remix of “Welcome to My Island” fits right in with XCX’s simultaneous mockery and embracement of excess. In short, all the trappings of stardom and its according wealth. Among such trappings being island getaways at the drop of a custom-made hat. After all, there’s a reason so many celebrities buy private islands—it’s the ultimate milieu where no rules need apply to them (not that they really do elsewhere either). And yes, Richard Branson, who Charli name checks in the song with, “I guess I’m on my Richard Branson wave/No virgin, but I knew just how to behave,” is among the many “eccentric” (read: difficult because they can be) celebrities to own an island.

    What’s more, when Charli says she knows just how to behave, she means she knows just how to misbehave, regaling us with her double entendre-filled description, “You can drive me down to Florida and fuck me for days/Back at the start, think you knew that I was dangerous/I’ve done a couple bad things if you catch my drift/I told him, ‘Baby, you can pull up on the landing strip’/And if you do it right, welcome to my island, bitch.”

    It’s that last line that XCX has remade with the blunt addition of the word “bitch” that has rendered this version of “Welcome to My Island” arguably more iconic than Polachek’s original (which isn’t an easy feat considering how amazing it is already). And there’s no denying a touch of the Britney influence in “coming up with” that one-word addendum. XCX being a fan of Spears (like most of us), it’s certain that “Gimme More” has played a part in her pop music inspiration, perhaps finally manifesting at its most obvious with the straightforward declaration, “Welcome to my island, bitch.” For if Britney could make a similarly simple announcement so memorable by adding “bitch” (i.e., “It’s Britney, bitch”), then surely Charli could, too. And so she has, with an anthem that touts the glamor and indulgence of what being on an island connotes to those who don’t actually have to live on one full-time. For, as most who endure that fate know, it hardly feels like a 24/7 vacation, so much as a 24/7 nightmare.

    More than just the lyrical depictions, however, it is the sonic landscape—courtesy of Jim-E Stack, Dan Nigro, Danny L Harle, Caroline Polachek and George Daniel—that transports us into an environment so carefree and bacchanalian that it’s almost (almost) as good as actually being in, say, Ibiza (where this song should probably be playing on a loop throughout the summer). And for the landlocked plebes who will never make it to such exotic locations evoked by “Welcome to My Island,” the track alone will have to suffice, ingratiating itself among the Lavish Getaway Canon with other “rare breed” singles such as “La Isla Bonita.” And as for John Donne, who said, “No man is an island,” well, that’s probably just because he had never met a millionaire or billionaire with his own to prove otherwise.  

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