On Sept. 6 of this year, Post Malone released his third album, “Hollywood’s Bleeding.” If there is one word to describe “Hollywood’s Bleeding,” it’s diverse. Post has been called a versatile artist before, but it definitely shows in this LP. Some of his songs demonstrate his ability to concoct another pop/rap hit, including “Enemies” featuring DaBaby, “Die for Me” featuring Future and Halsey and “On the Road” featuring Meek Mill and Lil Baby.
Few people love to party more than Charlotte Aitchison. Better known as pop star Charli XCX, she has built her brand on boys and bacchanalian nights. Since the start of her career, the singer-songwriter has proven she can reliably put out both industrial pop bangers and radio-friendly bops about the highs of living on the edge. But for the first time, Charli’s fanbase of “angels” have been treated to an album about what’s not so preferable about the eternal state of partying she’s painted pictures of throughout her career.
I spent many middle school evenings sitting at my kitchen table half doing homework, half watching whatever my mom had on TV. One day, seemingly unprompted, mom stopped in the middle of washing a dish and pointed a soapy yellow-gloved finger to the TV, which was playing a re-run of “Seinfeld.”
What kind of hole have we created in modern society where we’re filling it with logical promiscuity and revelry about someone else’s unpredictability? I’m not certain. But I know that “Love Island” is filling it.