“I always remember seeing that light come up from the bowl and it being so blue, it’s a very visceral memory.” She can’t skate, although her teenage friends could. “Gonna spend some time with this.”) She told her drummer Matt Chamberlain to make his parts “sound like skateboarding”, a sense memory she wanted to channel. I send it to her later, and it hits the spot. “‘Take me to my beach’, ‘ If you’re fond of sand dunes and salty air’ – all these crunchy outdoor images were so compelling to me, and felt so ripe for a return.” (I hear the Spice Girls’ Viva Forever in it, and am mortified to learn she has never heard it. Delving back, she heard “a time of optimism” in this critically maligned era. She was too young to enjoy the “bright, forward, shimmery acoustics” of Natalie Imbruglia, Natasha Bedingfield and All Saints first time around. “And then everything I listened to became guitar music by way of both 20!” “Acoustic guitars were like, bonfires and guys in dumb hats, it was very mid-2000s to me.” She belly-laughs. “Making my first record, I would have rather died than have an acoustic guitar,” she says. The simple life dissolved a little self-seriousness. ‘I’m very comfortable in the periods of limbo, or times where I feel afraid or vulnerable.’ Photograph: Ophelia Mikkelson “It felt innocent and free, a little feral, a little spicy.” “When I first saw it I was like, ooh!” she gasps coyly, raising a dainty hand to her mouth. Behold the artwork, in which she leaps over the camera, revealing an acute bikini wedgie. The album’s genesis, she says, “was this feeling of the clothes coming off and the skin being exposed and feeling this playfulness”. Her greatest joy is contemplating the promise of a long summer day: will she garden? Swim? Fish? She rues spending today’s solstice trapped on Zoom at home, she would have swum at dawn. In 2018 she deleted all but a few posts from her Instagram and Twitter and abandoned both. There are hardly any paparazzi once in a blue moon she pops up on MailOnline, buying a rug. Lorde wanted to reflect how she feels at home in Auckland, where she lives in blissful obscurity. These may seem insalubrious beginnings for one of the year’s most anticipated albums, but if Solar Power glorifies anything, it is life’s natural rhythms: tides, seasons, the evolution of a feeling, or indeed, canine cogitation. More on the dog – the dearly departed Pearl – later. “Because I’ve been the master of my own universe since, like, 16. You feel this shift toward the feral and a relinquishing of the control that would have maybe kept that feral nature at bay.” She loved it. “It’s all in service of this huge amount of love. Her elegant jewellery and sleeveless black top contrast with her gusto for animal bodily functions.
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