Sky Ferreira’s long-awaited debut album, Night Time, My Time contains a persecuted emotionality which leaves her lyricism sounding wounded and coarse, yet endearingly honest. Ferreira examines herself under a magnifying glass, posing the album as an invitation to an intrusive glance at a young woman who has washed up on the coast of the music industry. Night Time, My Time is Ferreira’s retaliation against the moguls responsible for her delayed debut. Her introspective addresses of self-loathing in “I Blame Myself” strike the passé, gloss-grunge persona that “Red Lips” garnered her in 2012, and replace it with the fearlessly levelled, fantasy-killer, “You’re Not The One.” The vacancy of Ferreira’s head-bowing, “Everything Is Embarrassing” has been filled by a series of seductively aggressive leather-and-lights anthems, allowing her to bind the sparkle-pop of the ’80s and ’90s grunge revival into her own personal tour-de-force.
