I Listened to the New Taylor Swift Album Before You Did Because I'm Special

A couple of weeks ago, I shuffled into a conference room with some other music journalists. For about 20 minutes we sat facing each other in total silence, staring each other out. Then, we each put on a pair of headphones, and they pressed play on Taylor Swift’s new album, 1989.

With each passing Taylor album she has drifted further away from twangy FM radio ballads and closer towards the top tier of global pop. This is mostly a good thing: her songs have become richer, her personality more defined, her production stadium-filling and world-class. Red, her last album, felt like the perfect balance of sheen and progression, while retaining an element of twang that defined her early career. Best of all, it shook off the innocense and naivaté of her early career and showed a fully-formed adult human. Part of that was freeing herself from the confines of mainstream country and embracing the notion that, yes, Swift was one of the biggest stars in pop, and should make a record that reflected that. It follows that this record, which has been pitched to Swift's fans as her first "non-country" album, would allow her to sound bigger and better than ever.

But it’s also cause for concern. The best moment on the last two Taylor albums hasn’t been the big chart-topping pop slayer, but those slightly-corny country moments. It’s as though she’s learning all these new skills to become a full-blown popstar, but it’s when she chucks out a quick country number on the fourth single to keep the red states happy, that her hard work and expertise really shined.

That’s why, as good as “Mine” is, it’s not as good as “Mean”: a song in which Taylor Swift plays a massive banjo and calls someone a prick. It’s also why “We Are Never Getting Back Together” doesn’t have a patch on “I Almost Do”: a super soppy ballad about wanting to call an ex after a break-up. Would 1989 prove that country was a necessary constraint to help guide Swift's creativity? Or could jettisoning the banjos and fiddles allow her to truly spread her wings? Basically, if Taylor is about relentless progress, then 1989 might be a step too far in the “right” direction. She’ll lose the awfulness that makes her amazing. Does that makes sense? I feel like to any Taylor Swift fan it will.

So anyway, we were only allowed to listen to the record once and had to make our notes there and then. I scrawled across two bits of paper manically. Those bits of paper are all I have to refer to now.

Here are some things I’ve learnt

There are a few big statement tracks on the record, that really seek to undermine the public perception which she may have played up to in the past. “Blank Space” is a swinging response to the idea that she falls in and out of love all the time. In it, she is basically saying: don’t put your shit on me. It’s about boys who only want love if it’s torture, who long for the pain of pining. There’s a great campy line in it, when she’s talking about how she lures them in: “Darling, I’m a nightmare dressed like a dream” - which is her basically saying: you want the drama and I sure know how to give it to you, but it’s only you who can’t handle the heartbreak. In essence, alluding that she actually quite likes a good break-up.

“Style” swings in the opposite direction from “We Are Never Getting Back Together”. It’s a song about how you can’t fucking escape this relationship, even if you wanted to. “We never go out of style, we’ll come back every time,” she says to an unnamed boy who seems to be under the misapprehension that it’s over. As on the previous track, it seems like she isn’t so involved in the heat of the emotional moment, but focusing more on the long game. On “Out Of The Woods” she’s basically doing the same thing in a slightly more panicked manner, rather than trying to judge someone by each little thing they do, she just wants answers: WHERE IS THIS GOING? ARE WE A THING OR NOT?

I know some people were a bit concerned after hearing “Welcome to New York”, because it sounds like the song a Time Square hostel might use on their badly edited Youtube ad. The good news is it’s probably the weakest track on the record. There are few other bum notes dotted around though, particularly how much she talks about being a “good girl” (including an ever so pervy line that she’s a “got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt.”) I suppose it makes a welcome change to the last fifteen years of pop music where being a bad girl has been pretty much the ultimate boast for any female artist, but it’s such a weird thing to say about yourself, outside of a roleplaying environment.

More upsetting though, is the lack of drinking-caipirinhas-with-my-girlfriends-and-listening-to-Ke$ha-ironically songs like “22”. This isn’t a getting smashed record, and it’s not really a falling in love record either. Even the boys mentioned on the album feel like bit-players. In fact, this is much more of a one woman show. For example, on “All You Had To Do Was Stay” she tells a story we’ve all seen happen: boy gets too big for his boots, thinks he can do better than his girlfriend. Dumps girlfriend. Then comes back a shrivelling, weeping mess two weeks later, begging for her back. This track is Taylor saying you had your chance and you fucked it, mate.

It is, undoubtedly, a glistening pop album with Max Martin kitchen-sink production on most of the tracks and nothing you could really call country (although I suppose the final ballad “Clean” has a bit of a twang). But my fears about it becoming too polished were entirely allayed by the two best tracks: “I Wish You Would” and “Wildest Dreams”. Both of these songs demonstrate that however big Taylor gets, she’s still going to do her. In the former, she gets in a right state, full of regret and loneliness, tied up in knots about something that happened weeks ago. It’s pretty perfect and the only song I can still sing three weeks later having only heard it once. The latter almost sounds quite Kate Bush and has Taylor singing: “Say you’ll remember me, standing there in a nice dress”. A NICE DRESS FFS. Imagine Rihanna singing about a nice dress. Only Taylor can pull this level of innocence off.

For all the bombast of its release, 1989 is a straightforward pop record. There are no big collaborations or wild shifts in genre. I guess you could say it’s her most pop album ever, but I would say that in this day and age writing big adventurous pop music is almost riskier than scribing ten country ballads. What I love most is how ridiculous it would sound if anyone else had recorded it. Yes, it’s a record about growing up and being less under the spell of boys. But it’s also cements a very clear idea of who Taylor Swift is. She’s made the hardest manoeuvre of all, from the travelator of child star, to grown up popstar, to has-been; and into that separate plane of knowable human being. When Beyonce sings about the power of women or Kanye says something obscene about oral sex and an ancient civilisation, it’s almost unsurprising, because those things are so them. I think you could now say the same of Taylor, standing there, in her nice dress, being Taylor.

But I could probably do with a few more listens before we say anything too brash tbf and tbh, so let’s just say watch this space, yeah?