Lola Young burst into the scene with the “disorderly” viral antihe, an energetic single who wanted to read the application of someone’s underect notes at 3 am “I am not thin, and I shoot a Britney every two weeks,” she screams. “But cut me a bit of soft, who do you want me to be?” It was a question, but also a warning to resume your expectations: Young is far from being interested in being your typical pop star.
Originally from south -eastern London, the 24 -year -old woman first presented herself to the voice – scratchy but honey and impossible to ignore. With “disorderly”, Young begged his listeners for a second listening, if only to understand to whom the devil could look like that. Now, with her third studio album “I’m Only Fucking Moi”, she does not only double chaos, but rather weapons. The singer-songwriter continues to share the story of his life with the mind and robust vocal races that feel and sound beyond his years.
Entitled with a wink and a warning, “I am only myself” was written in the shade of a breaking stroke, a checkout in rehabilitation and the emotional bombs that come with sudden renown. Young is self-aware of your own self-sabotage methods. The cover of the album says everything: an swollen doll carrying his face, a metaphor for commodification, alienation and general absurdity to be young and irritated.
The lyrics plunge deep into the inner world of Young and reveal it to its most self -destructive, but artistically to its clearest. She hits like a punch and hugged like a bruise, often in the same verse. On “Can we ignore it? :(“, she rationalizes with her avoidant trends: “I play with fire a bit like the way I feel when it burns / if I am honest, I take anything as much as it hurts.”
There is a context for chaos. After graduating from the British school in 2018, Young occurred in local concerts and open microphones before attracting the attention of heavy goods vehicles Nick Shymansky (the former manager of Amy Winehouse) and Nick Huggett (the executive who signed Adele for the first time). With Shymansky always by his side, the way from Young was undeniably influenced by legends, but in “I am only myself”, she put the work to make him undoubtedly hers.
Where his previous work has looked into an acoustic walk, this record sees young people away with confidence in an instrumentally tight alt-pop terrain. The production is richer, stranger and more guaranteed, with collaborations such as Manuka and Solomonophonic (SZA, Dominic Fike, Remi Wolf) adding psychedelic and rock fulfillments.
The second to the last song, “Who Fucking Cares?” Capture the balance between self -pity on oneself and the comedy of the album, exciting it in a sticky refrain: “All I know is that I would like to be, and one day I could get there / in the meantime, I cry at Radiohead hoping that my ex always cares.” But he is little tense, he probably has a big sex / with this girl whom I knew to be an idiot. “Meanwhile,” Post Sex Clarity “looks like the most (a little) offer of radio, polished and pop-Fork without sanding the edges. But it is on” Fuck Everybody “where she put her teeth:” I smoke on your father, giving her head / He exploded my phone, but I make him blow instead. “
He is impetuous, dislocated and impossible not to laugh (or to grim) when you find yourself in relation to his pure audacity. But Young never lets the shock value eclipse its musical substance. Under the ruthless confessions, there is a soul impossible to ignore.
