May the Lorde save the Queen…

Just before I start I would like to say that I love award shows because a) they celebrate (sometimes) great music and (occasionally) great film & TV, and b) they live cross to celebrities and get awkwardness back.

So I downloaded the Grammy awards on monday night because it is my favourite award show of them all and I came across an overlooked anomaly, that Lorde totally gave Beyonce (not particularly but not only) the middle finger.

Cigars on ice, Louis (Vuitton) sheets, Gulf stream jets made up the lyrics of her latest sex-power anthem, ‘drunk in love’ but what the fuck?? Isn’t she meant to be an ambassador for every woman?

On the same night, moments earlier in fact, 17 year old wunderkind Lorde belted out the indie-cum-mainstream alt anthem, “Royals” and it felt like a massive F*ck You to hollywood and the lifestyles  of the rich and the famous. “But every song’s like gold teeth, grey goose, trippin’ in the bathroom, Blood stains, ball gowns, trashin’ the hotel room,
We don’t care, we’re driving Cadillacs in our dreams” – Royals, Lorde

In an age where $ 2 trillion is shared between the 400 richest Americans and where the minimum wage is  $7.25, the fantasy that the elite are selling is more more away than ever is and it is refreshing that a song that denounces this lavishness can make it around the world and enjoy the most success.

In another surprise I guess Kanye was right, Cause they made us hate ourself and love they wealth

– J