Central Park Summerstage
Monday, August 1
Better than: Throwing out love incantations at home.
The title of Lykke Li's second album, Wounded Rhymes, implies sullen dwelling on past offenses, but the record itself is much more peeved than those two words imply. It opens with the barnburning, denial-soaked "Youth Knows No Pain" then spins through the other stages of grief that come part and parcel with lust and heartbreak and all those emotions' attendant actions and reactions. (Also, dancing.)
Yet despite the agony in some of her lyrics, she was in good spirits; this makes sense in a way, given that the pain of heartbreak is usually preceded by the head-rush provided by flirtation and infatuation. "I'm so happy to be here; I can't believe it," she said after tearing through her opening number; gratitude would run alongside lovelorn feelings throughout the evening, as she weaved in and out of songs about bad romances and took turns on kazoo and autoharp and cymbal.More »