It's fitting that my return to the blog should be a
Lykke Li post, an artist who has made many memorable appearances all throughout my twenties (oh yeah, I'm going to be 30 this year, so that kind of shit is probably going to be coming up far too much in future posts).
If this song had come along in the Springtime or even on a far sunnier day, it may have been a snooze but my reality is that it's unforgivingly cold out there and this sounds like a fucking home run. You hear those melodies? So good.
It's either the timing of "Love Me Like I'm Not Made of Stone" or that Lykke Li is someone whose recorded output I enjoy very much. And it's not that her boat ever really had any barnacles, but a career scrub down is never a bad idea in theory. After 2 solid records, there's no reason to distrust Lykke Li at this point.
You'd have to be a talented individual to pull off such an effectively vulnerable ballad in this century, as the past is a trash heap chock full of that shit. But maybe this is the time to mellow out? Those last Sun Kil Moon and Bonnie 'Prince' Billy albums were sounding pretty good (though they always do) - is THIS the time? Or is this what we do in the afternoons before we rock and roll? Maybe it's for
after rock and roll, post-rock if you will. That's when you're kissing girls, and as we all have known since
Youth Novels, listening to Lykke Li makes girls want to kiss you.
I Never Learn hits the shelves in the US on May 6th and the illegal blogs a month and a half before that.
