Pop music is redundant.
We all listen to the same iteration of the same song, over and over. Same chords, same beat, same melody. Just a different person singing.
Every time a new version is released, we add it to the same playlist until monotony takes over, and we have to trash the whole thing. We throw up our hands in frustration and go back to our tried and true favorites from years ago.
Even with our annoyance, we fall into the same cycle. We still listen to new releases and think “this is good enough to be on my pop playlist” without actually liking it.
But someone is here to break that cycle.
Dua Lipa is a shining example of what pop music and a pop superstar can be.
“Future Nostalgia” is new and experimental without straying so far from the pop structure that it would be unpalatable. There isn’t a moment on the album that feels repetitive.
In layman’s terms, this record slaps.
“Future Nostalgia” isn’t good despite being pop. It’s good because it’s good. Period.
It’s good because Dua Lipa’s vocals lend themselves so perfectly to pop without being boring. It’s good because the production is next level. It’s good because we can dance the whole time. It’s good because there isn’t a single skip. It’s good because it hypes us up and we don’t feel like we’re holding on to nostalgia (pun intended).
“Future Nostalgia” has the potential to infiltrate pop culture. In fact, it already has. “Don’t Start Now” is viral on TikTok. It doesn’t get much more pop-cultured than that.
“Clean” was so good, it deserves a whole new playlist. And this one won’t end up where playlists go to die.
“Boys Will Be Boys” is a feminist anthem that comes totally out of left-field. Rounding out the album, we think it’s going to follow the party-girl theme. But the lyrics show that’s not exactly the case.
“It's second nature to walk home before the sun goes down // And put your keys between your knuckles when there's boys around // Isn't it funny how we laugh it off to hide our fear // When there's nothing funny here?”
“Boys Will Be Boys” isn’t a sad song. And for women who know what Dua Lipa is talking about (AKA every woman who has ever left her house ever), it’s not a warning. It’s a reality.
It doesn’t stray from the dance-party mood of the rest of the record. Dua Lipa is making a statement on an album that is guaranteed to get airplay.
She’s a superstar. That is no longer something up for debate. The savior of pop music is here.