On one level, she is pure teen id, tying and re-tying her bun, picking at her nails (dark and sharp when on tour, short and plain when I video-chat her back home) and yanking at the straps of her tank top. To meet Ella is to witness those contradictions first-hand. This, my friends, is the magic and contradiction of the girl who calls herself Lorde. Here’s what I didn’t know: she was 16 years old at the time, and living about as far from the world’s hipster music enclaves as humanly possible, in a place more famed for its hobbits and whale-riding than producing Coachella favourites. Everyone would soon be singing “ Royals”, grandmas and toddlers alike announcing that they didn’t care, they were driving Cadillacs in their dreams. Her lyrics were deeply emotional and witty as hell. Here’s what I knew: her voice was haunting, like Laura Nyro had huffed gasoline. The first time I heard the music of Ella Yelich-O’Connor, I was transfixed. Taken from the summer 2015 issue of Dazed:
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