This year, Lorde , Clairo , and Billie Eilish all have released albums grappling with being anointed teenage musical prodigies, and, unsurprisingly, fame similarly took its toll on Jordan. She's since described the constant whirlwind of emotions, intensive touring schedule, and the exhausting pressure to please everyone, all culminating in a 45-day stint in rehab. Perhaps that pressure is part of the reason why her sophomore record Valentine arrives three years after its predecessor.
Lindsey Jordan's second album as Snail Mail is for anyone who's been bloodied by Cupid's arrow. Offered up by a self-professed but seemingly unlucky romantic, Valentine documents love in all stages, but mostly in disrepair. Its palette extends beyond pinks and reds: There's the envious green of seeing an old love with someone new, the consuming black of bottoming out, and, occasionally, the clear blue of weightless bliss, however fleeting.
In 2018, Lindsay Jordan, the mastermind behind Snail Mail, received heaps of praise for all the right reasons. There wasn't anything showy or contrived about the just-turned-19-year-old singer-songwriter, whose songs of young love and the confusion that comes with it spoke to a new generation of listeners. Her debut LP, Lush, sounded spare, bright, and a little fussy, on which she allowed its clean guitars to flourish.
On 'Valentine', Snail Mail - the solo project of Baltimore's Lindsey Jordan - showcases a multiplied maturity, reaching heights even greater than her debut 'Lush'. Sprinkling her crisp indie rock with synths and samples, Jordan takes an unexpected yet welcome turn with 'Valentine', making sure not to put off dedicated fans with a complete reinvention. Her voice still takes precedence over instrumental, lyrics rippling with emotional depth and experience.