I've had an evolving musical relationship with Tove Lo for five years or so but I don't think that I've ever thought about one of her shows like
Posted by
JD (aka Jason Dean)
Feb 26 '20, 16:22
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the way this reviewer does.
Then again I'm pretty sure that I don't think about anything the way the reviewer does and I definitely don't write about anything in the way the reviewer does:
In the deceptively titled “Hey you got drugs?” our braless, lawless Pollock-painting of a girl displayed a raw vocal power that left vapor trails. This particular moment of the show, perhaps more than any other, demonstrated not just the rare probity of her lyrical storytelling, but exactly how radically different she is from the other female artists in the squash court of the current pop scene, wherein she truly does not belong in the first place. If there was a subgenre called something like ‘grimalkin anti-pop’ or ‘techno letterato,’ maybe. Tove Lo has the remarkably rare ability to pauperize fear and cauterize shame in her sung dreams of elsewhere and avaricious pursuit of altered states. Hanging in her presence for a couple of hours feels like going to a glamorously déclassé art spa run by an amiable tigress.
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