I sat down to write about Iggy Azealea and the shame spiral i’ve been experiencing on her behalf since the proper release of “The New Classic,” but I can’t be fucked to sit down and listen to it again since I’ve gotten my hands on the new Lykke Li.
Serving equal parts Stevie Nicks and Spector-era girl group charm, (and looking like a cross between Fiona Apple and M-K Olsen at a witch trial) Lykke’s “I Never Learn” is one of the greatest mood records of the past decade. It’s short but never sweet. Vocally, i’m feeling more depth and character than i have in the past, and there’s even a hint of desperation on certain tracks. Sonically, fuzzier/more reverb than she’s given us in the past, and it suits her and the tracks. It’s unclear whether she’s the hunted or the hunter, the abused or the accused. Other than knowing she’s being loved like she’s not made of stone, I can’t decipher the lyrics enough to find out if she’s being the girl-gang bully (“Gunshot”) or the fragile castaway muse (“Never Gonna Love Again”). The tracks blend seamlessly, almost to the point of only finding standout moments, not songs, on the first few listens. It’s what Sunday morning feels like: regret, excitement, heartache and headache. Balancing tenderness with bombastic messy moments of sincerity, it’s raw, fuzzy, imperfect and a total 33 minute gem.