No longer in the mood for heartbreak: After two acclaimed albums – the first she released when she was still a teenager – Snail Mail aka Lindsey Erin Jordan no longer wants to sing about love and, above all, its negative sides. Or rather: she now finds her inspiration elsewhere. For example, in the big questions she has about life and death. Will we get past the doorman at the gates of heaven? What if we like sitting at the airport bar too much (“My Maker”)? Is there any deeper meaning to all of this?
Was everything better before (“Dead End”)? Okay, she hasn’t completely stopped singing about love. But today she is no longer unhappy, but a quiet part of her life. The last five years since the last album VALENTINE have been anything but quiet in all other respects. She toured pretty much non-stop for three years, temporarily lost her voice, had to have surgery on her vocal cords, moved out of New York, built a new home in the middle of nowhere in North Carolina, and got a dog.
But that’s not why RICOCHET sounds full and satisfied, on the contrary, Snail Mail perhaps sounds better than ever after the operation and remains true to their charming indie rock. The perfect album to dream yourself into a coming-of-age film from the nineties.
