Night Time, My Time
Sky Ferreira—a hugely talented pouty-lipped waif with an old soul—wrested what was to be her debut full-length away from her label and convinced them to grant her a do-over. The result was recorded in less than three weeks, then mixed and released in a whirlwind of alchemy. *Night Time, My Time* is an impressive and muscular collection. After a series of singles and EPs, Ferreira exudes her L.A. cool all over *Night Time*, from her nude photo on the cover to her edgy delivery. Her dusky throat and pop-be-damned attitude puts her squarely between artists like Yeah Yeah Yeahs and Icona Pop, swerving between an injured coo and a bad-kitty snarl with smooth deftness. Whether she\'s belting out the wistful ballad “24 Hours” or the stomping hissy fit “Nobody Asked Me,” there’s an appealing anthemic quality to these songs, written by Ferreira and a songwriting team that incudes producer Ariel Rechtshaid (Charli XCX, Usher, Haim). She strays into Madonna’s fertile territory on tunes like “I Blame Myself” and reaches into the icy underworld of ‘70s postpunk pioneer Alan Vega on “Omanko,” a clear measure of her intentions. The girl’s got it.
At barely 21, Sky Ferreira’s had a musical career burdened—and bolstered—by so many warring external forces that the sheer existence of her debut album is a minor miracle. It’s both a relief and a bit of a shock that Night Time, My Time is not only here, but that it’s one of the most pleasing pieces of pop-rock to come along this year.
Sky Ferreira’s struggle to define her career on her own terms is well documented. After signing a major label deal as a teenager, she resisted being molded into a vapid pop tart and clashed over the direction of her music. Although she worked with A-list collaborators—among them, Ryan Tedder, Bloodshy & Avant, and…
Sky Ferreira proves here there’s more to her than just plain attitude – there’s a white-knuckle pop ride into your childhood to be had.
Nature abhors a vacuum and the three-year gulf that stretches back from the drop of Night Time, My Time to the first intended release date for a Sky Ferreira LP has been unreasonably filled with a narrative of expectation, disappointment, resignation, and
Album review: Sky Ferreira - Night Time, My Time. "This is cheap theatrics masquerading as inspired art…"
<p>Sky Ferreira's debut sounds like pop that's been dragged backwards through a forest, writes <strong>Killian Fox</strong></p>
The album might just be the sort of darkly painted neurosis needed to combat popular music’s deluge of silly and crude self-affirmations.
After battles with her label, the 21-year-old's team-up with producer Ariel Rechtshaid adds a gritty edge to the pop sensibilities here, writes <strong>Tshepo Mokoena</strong>
Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about Lily Allen, which you can call a victory for the omnipresent don’t-call-it-a-comeback PR campaign surrounding her forthcoming album. Specifically I’ve been thinking about how I was far less cynical in my early 20s, when I honestly believed that this girl with the trainers and the attitude had created something new: pop music that sounded like the sort of loud-mouthed, heart-on-sleeve, imperfect person that I was.