It lays down paving stones for what is a collection of – excuse the use of that horrible word – vibes. “I just hope the sun will show us the path,” Lorde hums gently on opener ‘The Path’, a song containing saxophone, flute and a Wurlitzer electric piano. It’s full of lush, hushed vocals, most of which are whispered and cooed, beautifully. It paints a polaroid picture of sun dresses and watermelon slices by the pool. Instead, Solar Power is a time capsule throwing back to simpler times. She’s barely recognisable as the witchy woman who once sang about making out on a tennis court. Lil Uzi Vert will not be jumping on the remix of ‘Stoned at the Nail Salon’. That title track and sun-drenched first single is as rowdy as things get. There are no trap drums, Lorde’s trademarked layered vocal hooks have gone AWOL, and there are zero nods to current commercial pop trends. That much is clear from her banger-free third album that’s less of a throat clearer and more of a complete sweep of the table-top. You want ‘Royals’? You’ve already got it. “Now if you’re looking for a saviour / Well that’s not me,” sings the Devonport-born international pop sensation in Solar Power’s first chorus. The 24-year-old doesn’t give a flying fuck about the box you put her in. She isn’t interested in hearing your demands. Lorde doesn’t care about your expectations. Chris Schulz reviews her banger-free new album, Solar Power. In a world full of pop facsimiles, Lorde has emerged older, wiser, more confident and entirely carefree.
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