It works.

Words by

Bianca O'neill

Opening with a Lemonade-inducing feminist speech that could raise the arm hairs of anyone with a soul, Dev Hynes delivers the most surprising album of 2016.

And the revelations don’t stop there – Hynes, Debbie Harry and Nelly Furtado? Well I’m here to tell you it works.

Hynes’ long-lost punk band past finds rebirth with Blondie’s frontwoman, while Furtado’s cameo is an indie pop dream.

This isn’t a feminist album, however, this IS an album that champions the other.

Unapologetically political, Hynes softly opines, “All I ever wanted was a chance for myself.” And anyone who has experienced life on the outside, feels their heart gently break.

This review was originally published in Fashion Journal 160. You can read it here.

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It’s the fun, jaunty-pop we’ve come to know Arcade Fire for.
Looks like this New Orleans band has finally hit its stride.
A fat bunch of hits does not an album make.
An all-out glam rock album.
Is it wrong to want more?
A debut album four years in the making.
Frankly, not their best work.
A voice for the angry.
The little electro band that could.
This is the classic Garbage sound I grew up with.
You've made us proud.
Lacking M83's usual energy and creative spark.
Thanks to Bey, Tidal's finally making waves.
Strangely underwhelming.
Could've used a little more soul.
The future of pop music.
Much like his twitter account, it's a bit of a mess.
Clearly a very personal album for frontman, Kele.
That Rihanna reign just don't let up.
There's still nobody out there with a voice like this.