I kept stumbling into Chappell Roan via the sunny, bubbly and really horny pop of Sabrina Carpenter. This is a really good record; it aims for grandiosity and lush, it's theatrical yet vulnerable; it's cheesy, angsty, bratty, sticky — the kind of music I cannot listen to before going to sleep as I'll wake up with pink pony club in high mental rotation.

There might be some interesting stories with how the record became a sleeper hit — I am not into the details — and it's fun to get the hive internet takes on this record. Everybody loves a different song — everybody hates a different song — everybody thinks it's cringey — everybody thinks it's lovely other-the-top deranged bubbly pop.

(I, for a change, feel very strongly towards the form on My Kink is Karma — the song is admitelly uninspired compared to Hot to Go! or Naked in Manhattan, but the ascending pre-chorus tickles me funny — an seemingly previously documented phenomenon in some other records)

It seems like Daniel Nigro might have played a big role here — warrants some further investigation.