Is there any point in reviewing a song that’s had ceaseless radio play for the past month and already feels like it’s an old song? Surely we’re all familiar with the tedious, lazy Spector production comparisons (yes, it has big drums…) We’ve all nodded along and tried our best to sympathise with Lykke and her ode to how even beautiful girls get the blues – we’re all up to speed on this one.
In summary, it’s Be My Baby in broken English; a twilight hour, mascara streaked, whiskey stained, paean to the comfort of delving into the inky blackness of the soul. For those wanting more, there’s also an artsy video featuring Lykke twirling about wildly in a fancy restaurant like the prettiest drunkard you’ve ever seen drop their chips in Roma II.
Originally published on state.ie