‘Lover’, Taylor Swift’s seventh album, doesn’t begin gently. ‘How many days did I spend thinking about how you did me wrong, wrong, wrong / lived in the shade you were throwing till all of my sunshine was gone, gone, gone.’ This is the Taylor Swift we encountered on ‘Reputation’ – back arched and eyebrow raised, railing against the enemy. But gradually, and wonderfully, she starts to loosen and exhale. She adopts a playful tone, audibly laughs at points, and sing-speaks to really emphasise the indifference she now claims to feel about the subject of the song. The musical backing feels equally nonchalant – a simple baseline, clipped rhythm and some subtle horn flexes. This is a deft, invitational opening that at once dispels the sour aftertaste of ‘Reputation’s ‘Look What You Made Me Do’, ‘Ready For It’ and ‘This is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things’.
‘Lover’ is almost instantly a more generous album than its predecessor. With steely melodies and unfalteringly urban production, ‘Reputation’ sought to update Taylor Swift’s image in the mould of younger pop stars. On ‘Lover’ she embraces her own idiosyncrasies and interests, producing music very much in her own classic style – that whip-smart blend of candy coated country and throwback pop. This is a subtly ambitious, experimental update of that sound that matches ‘Red’s biographical specificity with ‘1989’s sophistication. Last time around she infamously said ‘I’m sorry, the old Taylor can’t come to the phone right now.’ This time she’s back, with a lot to say.
The album ostensibly explores the myriad of love – it is called ‘Lover’ after all (the working title ‘Daylight’ would have been far better) – but that is true of every Taylor Swift album and this one diverges from that subject as much as any other she’s made (see the unfortunate, socially charged ‘Me’, ‘You Need to Calm Down’ and ‘The Man’, all best forgotten and all, inexplicably, chosen as singles). This time she seems, perhaps, more understanding of her theme, more self aware and self referential. It feels more knowing and as a consequence less fallible. Ultimately It’s a mature statement on a subject she knows inside out.
There is a familiarity to these songs, a sense that they belong to her tradition (which couldn’t really be said of ‘Reputation’). She exploits the ways in which melodies and motifs can evoke memories and prior connection. On closing track ‘Daylight’ she sings ‘I once believed love would be burning red, but it’s golden daylight’. Not only does this have echoes of a simile she used on ‘Red’, it also refers to that album’s liner notes, where she wrote ‘there’s something to be proud of about moving on and realising that real love shines golden… maybe I’ll write a whole album about that kind of love if I ever find it.’ Seven years on and here we are. like the best artists, Taylor Swift has created her own world with these special associations. For fans of her past work, there is so much about ‘Lover’ that will instantly catch your ear and make you feel connected.
She engages with the broad theme of love on multiple levels, many of them surprising, asking us to forgo our pre-made characterisations while challenging our perceptions about what she is capable of. she is flaunting her lyrical talents, demonstrating a command of language that compares to any of the great songwriters at their peak. She once again proves that she is capable of extended riffs, subtle metaphors as well as plain spoken accessibility – often in the same song. Take highlight ‘Death by a Thousand Cuts’, a song built around a clever extended metaphor. ‘I look through the windows of this love, even though we boarded them up/ Chandelier still flickering here cos I can’t pretend it’s okay when it’s not’. The song is dripping in relatable sentiment but is far too clever to curdle in to sacherine.
Swift’s writing has never been tethered to Country music per-se but it continues to borrow resonances from that genre. Here, ‘Get Better Soon’ most clearly uses Country motifs (plucked guitar, melancholy fiddle, gorgeous harmonies) to strike a sentimental note, somewhere between despair and determination, in a song that record’s her mother’s ongoing cancer struggle. It’s as poignant and moving as anything in her back catalogue, full of raw insight and subtle imagery. That it follows ‘London Boy’, an unbearably fizzy ode to a Posh Brit, and proceeds ‘False God’, with its thin allusions to oral sex, speaks to how ‘Lover’ catapults from the sublime to the ridiculous in a way that almost seems designed to divide her audience. Sandwiched in between the brilliantly romantic ‘Afterglow’ are the two dud singles (more enjoyable in the context of the album perhaps but no less bewildering). The Giddy love song ‘Paper Rings’ sits between two break up anthems. This is what Taylor Swift enjoys. Her music doesn’t aspire to be definitive. She has an inherent distrust of pretension and indulgence and creates a sense that every word is sincere and meaningful. Happy, sad, up, down, serious, frivolous all meet together. Get Better Soon’ is no more or less important to her than ‘London Boy’ or ‘False God’. ‘Afterglow’ means as much as ‘Me’. Lover is a menu, take your pick.
In an influential 1950 essay, Charles Olson wrote that the poet needs to ‘go down through the workings of his own throat, to the place where breath comes from, where breath has its beginnings, where drama has come from.’ This is exactly what Taylor Swift has done on ‘Lover’. It truly does feel like a deep dive; an excavation of her deepest feelings, brought to the surface and presented as clear, crystallised pop music. There is a bravery to this, particularly when Swift has fought against misogyny and unfounded criticism for being so emotionally forthright. ‘Reputation’ was defensive and calculated as a consequence of that criticism. ‘Lover’ is defiant in a far more self-assured way – she sounds confident and comfortable in her own skin. No longer picking unnecessary fights, she’s too far ahead to engage with people stuck in her past.
8.5/10