Lorde Adds Shimmer To The Shake With Disclosure's Help

To those waiting with bated breath for Lorde's next musical move take heart. She's brought electronica act Disclosure to help her titillate the audience. This jam goes on like a glitter suit topped with Lorde's woman on the edge presence. Disclosure consists of brothers Howard and Guy Lawrence who are careful to toss their pixie dust of aural enchantment around Lorde instead of suffocating her airspace. If you caught a glimpse of the video for "Magnets" I bet you weren't counting on the maniacal ending. Lorde has her issues to work through apparently. That swimming pool's going to need a refurbishing job. But, on with the review. The textures of "Magnets" match Lorde's panache perfectly. The arousal quotient goes high, higher, and highest. How does one "drink deep from a lie"? Only Lorde could give you a ready answer to that question. The woman's got that poetic license working in fifth gear. The brainchild behind "Royals" has this way of getting in your face without any quarter being given. That Disclosure's been called in to back light her romping in sensual shades of chartreuse only helps Lorde assume an even greater woman of mystery position. The percussion opening things up makes a banana daiquiri sound like the most natural thing in the world. Then come the synthesizers and we're off to the races. Lorde doesn't have to do anything other than project her passions for the camera to get tongues wagging. There's plenty of beautiful people interaction in the video as well. Perfect pearly white smiles, drama up one leg and down the other. What Lorde does well is invite you into an alternate universe you're apt to like better than the vanilla ice cream land you may or may not be making your peace with. She was made for the mini-movie experience videos have come to represent. What tension she gives off, what fervor she brings to her overall show. "Magnets" turns the flair up a notch once Disclosure throws body on the synthesizers rather than allowing the percussion to be the sole source of staggered imagination. As she plays rough with her video boy toy, Disclosure gives her the right dimensions of ambient noise. Lorde's choral refrain "Let's embrace the point of no return" sounds very palatable after you put Disclosure's melodies beneath. Past the 1:20 mark the synths take a hike and we return to flat out percussion in full majesty. Cue parade rolling down the street if that's what you desire. There's not much to this party besides synth and Lorde vamping it up. Does that make "Magnets" a song you'll want to refer to time and again when the situation demands it? The virtuosity both in Disclosure's instrument and Lorde's deliberately provocative one are fine but, that said, the overall product isn't built to last. "Magnets" isn't going to prompt much long term attachment.