Remember when I asked? No? Well, that’s what it’s called anyway
The music of Tove Lo is generally concerned with her genitals
I mean, look at that logo, her ‘Tove Logo’, if you will:
If you don’t have time to count, there are definitely two separate vaginas there, and potentially countless others that I haven’t been able to identify yet, as no living man actually knows what a vagina looks like, and I’m not going to ask a girl because they smell and I’d probably catch herpes or something
I share a little affinity with Ms Lo here, as this is actually my signature:
Even her name literally means ‘Stink Wrinkle’ in her native Norwegian
<that’s just offensive on so many levels, not least for the fact that she’s *obviously* Swedish- Ed>
Though you’d expect such pudenda centred music to be the arty abrasion favoured by artists such as Pixies,
Tovey is an absolute master at crafting mainstream pop that deals exclusively in absolute bangers
I’m not saying ‘mistress’, the perverts have ruined that term for everyone. Women can be ‘masters’ too, it’s decided
Length: 39 minutes +7
Best Lyric: ‘That night in a dream, the first girl emerges from a slit in my stomach/The scar heals into a smile/The man I love pulls the stitches out with his fingernails/We leave black sutures curling on the side of the bath’ +1
Number of AMAZING songs: 1 (+10)
…But Are All the Rest of the Songs Kinda Amazing Anyway?
Were you not listening? They’re bangers!