The Enduring Magic of Lorde’s Pure Heroine and HAIM’s Days Are Gone
On this day in 2013, Lorde and HAIM’s staggering debut albums changed the game for female-fronted, radio-friendly pop
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10 years ago today, pop music history was made. On September 27, 2013—the “alt-pop” Barbenheimer, one could say—New Zealand teen Lorde and L.A. sister trio HAIM released their studio debuts Pure Heroine and Days Are Gone. The former was a polished, gothic album detailing the boredom and loneliness of growing up in the age of the Internet, while the latter was a warm, ’70s-inspired indie pop-rock record brimming with soulful, incredibly catchy tunes about unrequited love and failed relationships.
Coming off two promising EPs, Pure Heroine and Days Are Gone were immediate game-changers. They boasted two successful lead singles—the moody, capitalism-critiquing “Royals” and the sparkling breakup anthem “The Wire.” They gained attention and adoration on Tumblr right at the website’s peak. Even their album covers oozed cool, with Pure Heroine’s monochromatic simplicity and Days Are Gone’s laid-back, retro aesthetic reflecting the alternative fashion trends that dominated the mid-2010s and re-materialized in today’s sartorial style.
Lorde and HAIM’s first major-label albums not only launched the then-rising artists into superstardom, but marked an exciting inflection point for pop music in general. In addition to the sharp, confident quality of their songwriting and production, Pure Heroine and Days Are Gone expanded what pop could sound like: exploratory, genre-fluid and defiant of categorization and formula. Just as the hyper-positivity that animated recession-era pop music began to decline, these records became massively influential both for their challenging emotional landscapes and ambitious artistic visions.
Lorde especially felt like nothing anyone had heard before, crafting songs about being young while still experiencing her youth in real time at 16 years old. Other fellow emerging artists—like Lana Del Rey, Florence Welch, Grimes and Sky Ferreira—also made angsty pop music that catered to a relatively young audience, but Lorde in particular spoke so exactly to a generation dealing with increasing social isolation, rapidly accelerating technology, and constant messaging about staying optimistic amid all the cultural chaos. “I’m kinda over getting told to put my hands up in the air,” Lorde declared on “Team,” effectively closing the door on the previous decade of party rocking. Celebrating was out; brooding was in.
Throughout Pure Heroine, Lorde nimbly and impressively drew from a wellspring of themes pertinent to millennials/Gen-Z cuspers. Against a backdrop of elemental yet vivid electronic instrumentation, she cut through the bullshit of materialism on “Royals,” chronicled her social anxiety on downtempo opener “Tennis Court” and, most prominently, expressed the whiplash of adolescence on the romantic “400 Lux,” the spectral “Buzzcut Season,” and the soul-piercing “Ribs.”
Were it any other musician, these interpretations of youth culture would read as glib and pandering, but Lorde immediately stood out for her gifted, singular songwriting, texturizing the musical spareness of Pure Heroine with sprawling, poetic imagery. Empty suburban roads, explosions on TV, Cola with the burnt-out taste, several metaphors about teeth—these visuals created a fascinating, immersive portal into Lorde’s imagination, so much so that practically any disaffected high schooler could feel like she was pulling directly from their experiences. Her smoky vocals and minimalist aesthetic also coated her music with a certain maturity and allure, a stark contrast to the colorful glitz and glam of her pop progenitors.
But perhaps the biggest reason why Pure Heroine resonated so strongly with teens at the time was because Lorde was talking not just to her audience, but also on their behalf—frequently employing “we” and “our” in her lyrics. The best use of this play with perspective was on “Ribs,” where Lorde channeled her fear of aging into a melancholic anecdote about hosting a party while her parents are gone. Over ghostly reverb, droning synths and quiet drum loops, Lorde uses the anecdote to bittersweetly lament the passage of time, addressing the listener via intimate, conversational verses as if they were a close childhood buddy. She repeats these anxieties before building to a thrilling and devastating crescendo, grasping at her memories of sleepovers and hysterical laughing fits with friends before they fade away into a somber echo.