She bursts out her curio-crammed airtight chamber and promptly gets you bobbin' head and yelpin' incoherence with a one-two punch of sunny-island busy-n-bubbly pop greatness; laying on thick+cheeky the exotica cocksure jauntiness that triumphantly emanates throughout and rhyming 'sycophant' with 'elephant' while she's at it. And sure, just about every arrangement here churns out concordance, but it's ol Santi's invincible chorus belting and forever pleasing potpourri of enunciations that keep on keepin' on -- even during dives into the dramaturgy of circle-strolls/ran races/pre-fires and a bumbling-per-ushe ILoveMakonnen feature, she always makes singing along a wildly obligatory hoot. For my money however, it's the straight-n-steady joyride finale of "Who I Thought You Were" that takes the elation-cake, while also showcasing her punk-fronter roots. Barely comprehensible message for the man who's been modified by money: "I like you more when you poorer / Your new ID is a borer."
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