Grimes is love, Grimes is life.
If you manage to complete nothing else at all other than listening to Art Angels this week, I’ll still count that as a success. This is Grimes at her all time finest, and I honestly can’t remember the last time I was this excited about an album.
From the ‘underground pop’ bouncy keyboard vibes in California to the darker synth joyride that is Kill V. Maim, Grimes has totally outdone herself. Hell, there’s even a song entirely in Taiwanese about not quite reaching orgasm? What the fuck? Why aren’t I questioning this more? Not one type of genre has been stuck to throughout the album, but she still manages to avoid sounding like an experimental nightmare through the consistency of intense lyrics and hooks catchier than chlamydia.
This album is truly a great example of the saying “good things come to those who wait”. Three years since Visions dropped and Grimes has really thrown something entirely new at us. Art Angels doesn’t possess the amount of trip worthy songs we perhaps saw from Visions, but it does portray a crazy level of personalisation – something that arguably was lost on the last album.
Anyway, take my word for it and go listen right now. If you hate it then fight me. If you love it, you can thank me later.
Words by Laura Copley