If you want to feel like Alice falling down the rabbit hole of auditory hallucination, listen to Sky Ferreira resonate in a bubble of confused emotions. It’s hard to gather exactly what her reputation is at the beginning of the album, or whom it is she blames. At only 21 years old it is clear in her debut album “My Night, My Time” she is still trying to find her feet as a young woman, virtuously screaming out for attention in each and every song as it progresses to portray the pity she feels going through varies of emotions asking us do you know what it feels like.
There is visible incarnation from her label to make Ferreira a bit of everything. The instrumentation is significantly heavier than her vocals, this rebellion allows her to be a tad more vulnerable, in essence letting Sky ‘do her’. This carefully constructed image is how she wants to be seen; she can do pretty and pop so here “My night my time” is Ferreira stripped to the bone with her crack whore chic.
Making the machine work for her a little too much, with deep fat frying of the lyrics we’ve all heard before: “There's no tomorrow without you…” “I wish this could last forever.” Yet Ferreira does it with a dominating crack of the whip.
Gospel trained, maybe just not in soul: into boys, sex and ostensibly crack and bondage, but fuck it who cares if she is godly in nature. This works for her much like following in the footsteps of original church choir singer Katy Perry, just with more explicit vulgarity.
We don’t need any more pop princesses, Ferreira is essentially grunge for Barbie dolls and there’s no problem with that.
