And then there was a boy. And this boy was pretty much still in that unbearable teenage phase that I mentioned earlier (despite being about ten years to old). Which meant that the mere presence of a Swift album just meant that my opinion about anything was largely invalid. It didn’t work out.
In the aftermath, I decided that I was going to listen to Red on repeat in some kind of middle-finger attempt at my ex. And (aside from frequently sobbing over ‘All Too Well’), I found that I really, really liked that album. So I downloaded Sparks Fly. And Fearless. And even Taylor Swift (which features lyrics about driving trucks). And I liked them all.
I was a little nervous when it was announced that her brand new album would be entirely pop. My favourite songs by her have tended to be her more acoustic songs and performances (like this gorgeous cover of Riptide).
However, I. freaking. love. 1989. People hoping for some catty remarks they can write think pieces on will be disappointed, as the worst Harry Styles really gets is references to some pretty bad driving. Indeed, the people who come out badly from the album are the media for over-analysing her personal life.
The best thing about 1989 is the fact that the overall message is that Swift is just fine not being in a relationship. And that you are fine not being in a relationship too. This is the ultimate break-up album in the sense that the songs are bittersweet but songs like ‘Welcome to New York’, ‘New Romantics’ and especially ‘Clean’ all have the moral that you will be okay, and that there is so much more (and better) to come.