I continue to not get Tove Lo, and her debut Queen of the Clouds doesn’t help matters. Nearly every song is built around hinting at the same self-destructive behavior without going into any specifics about real danger or harm while also displaying an enormous self-pity that is less believable than it is tiring. Queen of the Clouds reminds me of those kids in college who simultaneously brag and ask for pity because they got trashed last night and are too hungover to get any work done now and it’s already Sunday afternoon oh my goddd.
It doesn’t help that the sonic palette for the whole thing consists of the same shade of gray. Drums plod along, reverb is piled on without abandon, synth pads drone. Soporific doesn’t begin to describe it. Tove Lo can be a compelling vocalist, but she’s in need of something less dour (see: “Strangers”) to convince me more.