Lykke's promise on advance single Get Some that "I'm your prostitute" turned out to be early doors desperation. Wounded Rhymes builds on foundations of heartbreak and the consequent loss of self-composure, spelt out in booming off-centre drums, mighty whirring synths - the first half sounds like the Crystals backed by laptop and percussionist - and a sense Li chooses to put herself at the heart of darkness, more commonly begging out of hope than experience. Grandiose wall of sound statements lie next to and occasionally merge with bleak broken balladry and coexist spendidly, Li often belting it out in defiance of whatever. In youth is pleasure, maybe, but Li knows and exploits the detail from the other side of the mountain.
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