If it is possible to cross the thick and atmosphere forest of the marketing deployed by and defended by its pretory guard of fans, the music remains. And music today is offered in The Life of a Showgirl, Your album number 12, launched early this morning under a secretism worthy of consideration. Swift kept everyone at bay, which was not known whether it was true or not: nobody outside their surroundings had heard the album and no advance songs were released. We only had the little that the artist contributed in that podcast with her today promised, Travis Kelce, the gym teacher, as she defined it herself. He announced a return to pop cheerry and sticky and only twelve themes, and this last data stressed for his propensity to the long albums: the previous one, the previous one, The Tortured Poets Department (2024), adds 31 pieces.
However, his promise to return to the sparking pop of 1989 o Red, something that could be intuit since the production with which he worked on those albums, masters of the commercial chorus Dosmilero. We already gave the depth that deployed in the albums produced by Jack Antonoff and Aaron Dessner (of The National Group), basically the last four, with special mention to the stark Folklore (2020), perhaps its record summit. What offers us then The Life of a Showgirl? Well, a dubitative, conservative proposal, sometimes to rebuild his pupils (Olivia Rodrigo or Sabrina Carpenter), rarely brilliant and in some, especially in the final, forgettable part. If we add that in the lyric part Swift as soon as he writes from the figure of exnovia aggrieved and vindictive that has made us enjoy, here we have a transition disk performed precipitously while it was more focused on getting ahead than on making fuste music.
And that the album begins well, with The Fate of Opheliaa theme pushed by synthesizers and an original structure, but weighed by a plañidera letter without a doubt dedicated to his fiance, Travis Kelce: “One afternoon you took me out of the grave and saved my heart of the fate of Ofelia.” In general we are facing an album that is too harmless to a star like her, a job that moves between soft pop (the best moments) and the ultraprocessed songs two thousand, which are part of Max Martin’s specialty and sometimes seem discards from a not very good album by Katy Perry.
In a nutshell he takes out his sharp writing. A very Olivia Rodrigo theme, where he responds to the attack that Charli XCX propates to “I heard you call me ‘Barbie Borida’ when cocaine made you brave.” Take already: this is the offended taylor we expect. He also takes out the dagger in Father Figure, With a melodic reference to the theme of the same title by George Michael (which appears in the credits), probably dedicated to Scott Borchetta, the former director of the record label who sold his music to the highest bidder. “You made a deal with the devil, but it turns out that my penis is bigger,” he specifies, after this year the artist recovered all her catalog after years of struggle.
Wood Enter well, but it is too similar to I Want You Back, Of the Jackson 5, and of course, comparisons are not possible. In Whist List He quotes a football team here: “They want a contract with Real Madrid.” The song, however, will not transcend.
The final part offers a discouraging result: Cancelled, Honey y The Life of Showgirl (Duo with Sabrina Carpenter, although he barely feels it) they sound to songs already heard too many times. Elizabeth Taylor, The Hollywood Star in Russian mountain (hence the title), is among the best of the album, a topic with melodramatic start and with a blunt chorus. Call It can be interpreted as an attempt to record his but does not share the spark of that one. The disc of the album, Eldest Daughter, passes without the listener realizing and Ruin The Friendship You want to prick any album by Suzanne Vega.
Taylor Swift will continue to be the largest pop star of the moment (along with Bad Bunny) despite this album and, perhaps because of that positioning already achieved, it matters little that his number twelve album is so little exciting.
