Yes this is great. Maybe won't change its metacritic score too much, but this is a huge accomplishment. I don't care what floppy papers said, Popmatters, one of the best sites for music reviews, just called it an almost perfect album. I'm so proud of my girl!
1989 will sell millions of copies and make Swift millions of dollars, as it well should. It won’t, however, earn her the nearly universal respect accorded to the irreproachable Beyoncé or the goddess-voiced but sonically conservative Adele, two of the only stars who could reasonably be referred to as her peers. Swift is too divisive a figure to reach that territory: her personal life is too messy, her romantic aspirations too traditional, her cheerfulness too easily read as cheerleader simplicity. Let her strangely vicious critics miss out on 1989’s top-notch pleasures, then. Her big-canvass romanticism isn’t fashionable, but that’s the point. The true appeal of 1989, in its perfect evocation of our hugest, most teenage feelings, isn’t the socio-political purity so many critics seem to begrudge Swift for failing to embody, its an aesthetic purity—the purity of feeling, the life-affirming way pop music like hers can force us to drop our pretenses of sophistication for the length of an album and feel on a visceral, unfiltered level. Remember what that was like?
"Swift’s real-time explorations of what it means, in her subjective experience, to be a 20-something woman navigating the worlds of sex and love are exponentially more interesting than her rarefied contemporaries’ songs about being #flawless."
"Swift’s real-time explorations of what it means, in her subjective experience, to be a 20-something woman navigating the worlds of sex and love are exponentially more interesting than her rarefied contemporaries’ songs about being #flawless."
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