Carly Rae Jepsen‘s breakout album Kiss is packed with squeaky clean, saccharine pop songs that make the Disney Channel seem XXX-rated. Sure, she may be on the brink of 27 years-old, but most of her material sounds like it was written for someone ten years her junior.
And I fucking love it.
Though my dear co-blogger J. Harvey rolls his eyes when I sing her praises, I can’t help but love the innocence and bouncy fun of the all-too-perky singer’s sophomore project. Wherever I go, whatever I do, I will proudly declare my status as a Carly Rae Jephead.