Buzzcut Season, Bravado, Ribs – we konden Lorde's album Pure Heroine lange tijd blijven luisteren zonder dat we verveeld raakten, maar DRIE jaar werd lang. Heel goed nieuws dat the wait voor nieuwe Lorde-muziek over is, dus.
Vandaag liet ze eindelijk nieuw werk horen: Green Light, haar eerste nieuwe single. Categorie: upbeat break-upliedje. In de video zien we Lorde door de nacht dansen, alleen; of nouja, op een vriendelijke autobestuurder na die haar op z'n autodak laat dansen.
Het ziet er allemaal best tof uit:
Lorde zei eerder deze week op Twitter dat haar album handelt over de afgelopen twee jaar, haar laatste jaren als tiener, en deze single is het begin van dat verhaal:
De single zelf gaat over ontrouw ('I know about what you did and I wanna scream the truth/She thinks you love the beach, you're such a damn liar') – wat wellicht zou kunnen slaan op die break-up waar ze in november een Facebook-post aan wijdde:
'If I'm being real with myself, in some ways I stopped feeling like a teenager a while ago.
Sometime in the last year or so, part of me crossed over. For one thing, I made a very deliberate choice to withdraw for a little while from a public life. I haven't had my hair or makeup done in a year, the free handbags dried up LONG ago, and the paparazzi at the airport are almost always for someone else. And let me tell you, as much as I love being full noise album cycle girl, it's been a motherfucking joy. (every once in a while I am recognised on the street – one of you breathlessly clutches my hand, shaking and speaking quickly, and I feel this SHOCK of love.)
I turned inwards to my friends, my family, towards this moment, so I could learn more about who I was, and so I could let this new project show itself to me.
And oh my god, it was a colossal year! One for the ages. I maxed out every single emotion I have in the best possible way, the colours still aching behind my eyes like this weird blissful hangover.
My heart broke. I moved out of home and into the city and I made new friends and started to realize that no-one is just good or bad, that everyone is both. I started to discover in a profound, scary, blood-aching way who I was when I was alone, what I did when I did things only for myself. I was reckless and graceless and terrifying and tender. I threw sprawling parties and sat in restaurants until the early hours, learning what it's like to be an adult, even talking like one sometimes, until I caught myself. All I wanted to do was dance. I whispered into ears and let my eyes blaze on high and for the first time I felt this intimate, empire-sized inner power.
And then I wrote a record about it, all of it, so much more than what I've written down here, and I'm in new york getting it done.'
Luisteren, dus.
