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Music Review: Taylor Swift91Ƶs 91ƵThe Tortured Poets Department91Ƶ is great sad pop, meditative theater

Who knew what latest era would bring? Or even what it would sound like? Would it build off the or the ? or the of her latest re-records? Or its two predecessors in black-and-white covers: the and the ?

91ƵThe Tortured Poets Department,91Ƶ here Friday, is an amalgamation of all of the above, reflecting the artist who 91Ƶ at the peak of her powers 91Ƶ has spent the last few years re-recording her life91Ƶs work and filtered through synth-pop anthems, breakup ballads, provocative and matured considerations.

In moments, feels like a bloodletting: A cathartic purge after a major heartbreak delivered through an ascendant vocal run, an elegiac verse, or mobile, synthesized productions that underscore the powers of Swift91Ƶs storytelling.

And there are surprises. The lead single and opener 91ƵFortnight91Ƶ is 91Ƶ198991Ƶ grown up 91Ƶ and features . It might seem like a funny pairing, but it91Ƶs a long time coming: Since at least 2018, Swift91Ƶs fans have known of her love for Malone91Ƶs 91ƵBetter Now.91Ƶ

91ƵBut Daddy I Love Him91Ƶ is the return of country Taylor, in some ways 91Ƶ fairytale songwriting, a full band chorus, a plucky acoustic guitar riff, and a cheeky lyrical reversal: 91ƵBut Daddy I love him / I91Ƶm having his baby / No, I91Ƶm not / But you should see your faces.91Ƶ (Babies appear on 91ƵFlorida!!!91Ƶ and the bonus track 91ƵThe Manuscript91Ƶ as well.)

The fictitious 91ƵFresh Out The Slammer91Ƶ begins with a really pretty psych guitar tone that disappears beneath wind-blown production; the new wave-adjacent 91ƵMy Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys91Ƶ : 91ƵI felt more when we played pretend than with all the Kens / 91ƵCause he took me out of my box.91Ƶ

Even before kicks off her verse in 91ƵFlorida!!!,91Ƶ the chorus91Ƶ explosive repetition of the song title hits hard with nostalgic 2010s indie rock, perhaps an alt-universe Swiftian take on Sufjan Stevens91Ƶ 91ƵIllinois.91Ƶ

As another title states, 91ƵSo Long, London,91Ƶ indeed.

It would be a disservice to read Swift91Ƶs songs as purely diaristic, but that track 91Ƶ the fifth on this album, which her fans typically peg as the most devastating slot on each album 91Ƶ evokes striking parallels to her relationship with a certain English actor she Place it next to a sleepy love ode like 91ƵThe Alchemy,91Ƶ with its references to 91Ƶtouchdown91Ƶ and cutting someone 91Ƶfrom the team91Ƶ and well 91Ƶ .

Revenge is still a pervasive theme. But where the reprisal anthems on 91ƵMidnights91Ƶ were vindictive, on 91ƵThe Tortured Poets Department,91Ƶ there are new complexities: 91ƵWho91Ƶs Afraid of Little Old Me?91Ƶ combines the musical ambitiousness of 91Ƶevermore91Ƶ and 91Ƶfolklore91Ƶ 91Ƶ and adds a resounding bass on the bridge 91Ƶ with sensibilities ripped from the weapons-drawn, obstinate 91ƵReputation.91Ƶ But here, Swift mostly trades victimhood for self-assurance, warts and all.

91ƵWho91Ƶs afraid of little old me?91Ƶ she sings. 91ƵYou should be,91Ƶ she responds.

And yet, 91ƵThe Smallest Man Who Ever Lived91Ƶ may be her most biting song to date: 91ƵYou didn91Ƶt measure up in any measure of a man,91Ƶ she sings atop propulsive piano. 91ƵI91Ƶll forget you, but I won91Ƶt ever forgive,91Ƶ she describes her target, likely the same 91Ƶtattooed golden retriever,91Ƶ a jejune description, mentioned in the title track.

Missteps are few, found in other mawkish lyrics and songs like 91ƵDown Bad91Ƶ and 91ƵGuilty as Sin?91Ƶ that falter when placed next to the album91Ƶs more meditative pop moments.

Elsewhere, Swift holds up a mirror to her melodrama and melancholy 91Ƶ she91Ƶs crying at the gym, don91Ƶt tell her about 91Ƶsad,91Ƶ is she allowed to cry? She died inside, she thinks you might want her dead; she thinks she might just die. She listens to the voices that tell her 91ƵLights, camera, bitch, smile / Even when you want to die,91Ƶ as she sings on 91ƵI Can Do It with a Broken Heart,91Ƶ a song about her own performances 91Ƶ onstage and as a public figure.

91ƵI91Ƶm miserable and nobody even knows!91Ƶ she laughs at the end of the song before sighing, 91ƵTry and come for my job.91Ƶ

91ƵClara Bow91Ƶ enters the pantheon of great final tracks on a Swift album. The title refers to the 1920s silent film star who burned fast and bright 91Ƶ an early 91ƵIt girl91Ƶ and Hollywood sex symbol subject to vitriolic gossip, a victim of easy, everyday misogyny amplified by celebrity. Once Bow91Ƶs harsh Brooklyn accent was heard in the talkies, it was rumored, her career was over.

In life, Bow later attempted suicide and was sent to an asylum 91Ƶ the same institution that appears on 91ƵWho91Ƶs Afraid of Little Old Me?91Ƶ 91ƵClara Bow91Ƶ works as an allegory and a cautionary tale for Swift, the same way 91ƵMabel Normand91Ƶ 91Ƶ another tragic silent film star 91Ƶ functioned for the Fleetwood Mac star.

Nicks appears in 91ƵClara Bow,91Ƶ too: 91ƵYou look like Stevie Nicks in 91Ƶ75 / The hair and lips / Crowd goes wild.91Ƶ

Later, Swift turns the camera inward, and the song ends with her singing, 91ƵYou look like Taylor Swift in this light / We91Ƶre loving it / You91Ƶve got edge / She never did.91Ƶ The album ends there, on what could be read as self-deprecation but stings more like frustrating self-awareness.

Swift sings about a tortured poet, but she is one, too. And isn91Ƶt it great that she91Ƶs allowed herself the creative license?

Maria Sherman, The Associated Press





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