But nothing on Happier Than Ever feels like a cliche, even when it’s sentiments you’ve heard before. She’s not the first rookie pop star who’s ever responded with an album about the down side of fame. She’s always been a shameless fangirl who’s learned her shit from the greats. He’s become a star in his own right, yet he’s also like the Bernie Taupin in this partnership - a built-in connection to the non-celeb world.īut the Billie Eilish who won the Grammy for Record of the Year this March - and whose first words on reaching the stage were “What’s up, Ringo?” - is a classicist pop scholar with an unbeatable feel for how songs work. Her brother Finneas is a perfect musical foil for her, an all-time brother/sister power-sibling duo. “Oxycontin” is her lustiest, wittiest moment, where she invites her nightmares to dance and keep up with her, with the beats escalating as her whispered come-ons get more intense. Instead, she slices up an ex, snarling, “I don’t relate to you/Because I’d never treat me this shitty.” Most disturbing of all is “Your Power,” a song about being abused and exploited by an older man she trusted, with powerful taunts like “She was sleeping in your clothes / But now she’s gotta get to class.” “Happier Than Ever” isn’t the but-it’s-fine-now statement that the title suggests - that would feel like a cop-out on an album like this. “NDA” goes into detail about the terror of having stalkers and paparazzi on her trail, with eerie pizzicato strings, while “Male Fantasy” ends the album with tough talk about looking at porn and seeing nothing but lies. But the emotional candor of the song is still dead serious, with Eilish warning, “You better lock your door/And look at me a little more.” “Billie Bossa Nova” is a delight, with a coy samba groove that glides on digital castanets. For her and Finneas, the music has expanded, going for a Nineties coffee-shop techno-folkie slink, with bits of smooth-jazz guitar or tongue-in-cheek lounge organ. In “My Future,” Eilish sighs, “I’m in love with my future/Can’t wait to meet her.” That sentiment is all over the album - it feels like Eilish is writing these dark, often disturbing songs as love letters to that future self of hers, to document her fucked-up doubts, fears, and confusions in detail. “Things I once enjoyed/Just keep me employed now” is the most disenchanted post-breakthrough hook since Nirvana kicked off In Utero with “Teenage angst has paid off well/Now I’m bored and old.” It sets the tone for the whole album. She details the way fame has messed up her life, the way heading toward her twenties has messed up her life, and the way she’s struggling to leave her backlog of turmoil behind. “Getting Older” is an astonishingly assured way to introduce the new 19-year-old Billie, murmuring to the minimal electro pulse like the mall-rat niece of Julie London or Björk. The way Billie avoids reprising any of her “ duuuh!” jokes is as bracing as Taylor Swift choosing not to do any of her trademark laughs on Folklore or Evermore. She’s got trauma to figure out and secrets to share, but she’s not watering it down for anyone. It’s a dark, painful, confessional album where she’s choosing not to settle into the role of America’s beloved kooky kid sister. Absolutely nobody was out here saying Billie Eilish needed to push even harder and get even better - nobody but Billie. Her excellent sophomore album, Happier Than Ever, feels downright heroic, the work of an artist refusing to stay still. The homemade bedroom tunes she cooked up with her brother Finneas were recognized as instant classics, even when Billie was baring the Invisalign of her soul. She was suddenly the world’s most high-profile teen, the object of strangers’ gazes, a target for mind-blowing amounts of misogyny. Her blockbuster debut album When We All Fall Asleep, Where Do We Go? made her an overnight legend, the kind who accepts her Grammy awards from Smokey Robinson and Ringo Starr. When we all wake up, where do we go? Billie Eilish opened her eyes in 2019 to find herself the biggest sensation in pop music, when she was still just a kid on the edge of 17.
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