Look What You Made Me Do
Taylor had fights with basically everyone—Katy, Kanye, Kim, every guy she dated, apparently even Selena. Those feuds used to fuel her music. Anger and betrayal made her records better.
Look What You Made Me Do
was supposed to be the ultimate response to all of it. But it’s just anger with no craft underneath. All words, no melody, no song. She’s sitting there recounting every grievance and it sounds exactly like what it is—hollow, listless, more interested in settling the score than in actually making something worth hearing.
The shift is weird to watch. At some point revenge became more important than the music itself. The feuds were real and painful and she had every right to be furious, but deciding that getting back at people was the whole point of the record—that’s when she lost me.
1989 was probably her last actual record.