Hits both 90's-alt-angst and unabashedly-huge-pop-chorus soft spots -- Meg's incessant trembly-fierceness can feel forced and overdramatized, but it's a reasonable compromise for all her yodeler oh-oh-ohs+ah-ahs and compellingly unstable personality. Unstable as in starting at "Baby I wanna fuck you / I wanna feel you in my bones", switching out 'fuck' for 'love', 'break', 'hurt', and 'taste', then ending up with "I'm gonna kill you / I'm gonna lay you in the ground". Compelling like she promptly goes from boldly serving herself up on a platter to a self-admitted good-for-nothin'. Extraordinary and slightly absurd relief from all the strained histrionics comes from the invincible power-chord pep of "Lemon Eyes"; which not only sports shark-chomp percussion and huff-n-puff coloration, but not one not two but THREE super-hooks -- two of which are half-gibberish. Personality as in she's "no mother of a child" but later on nonchalantly mentions her daughter. That could be just a flub, though.
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