Taylor Swift’s The Life of a Showgirl: Mother has fed us again

Taylor Swift’s 12th studio album ‘The Life of a Showgirl’ review: It is fast, fun and fierce, proving once again why she’s the ultimate mother of pop music.

Taylor Swift has entered her 12th era (yes, twelve), and she’s done what only Taylor Swift can do: serve, slay, and school the entire pop industry. Her latest record, ‘The Life of a Showgirl’, is fast, dramatic, and proof that she’s still the mother of pop music. At this point, she isn’t just running the game. She is the game.

The album is a breezy 42 minutes, which is both a blessing and a curse. Blessing because you can stream the whole thing in one sitting. Curse because, well, it’s over before you’ve even finished your iced latte. You’re happy, you’re sad, you want more. Typical Swiftie behaviour.

And trust Taylor to be annoyingly perfect with the numbers. 12th album. 12 tracks. Mother knows math better than your accountant.

The opener, ‘The Fate of Ophelia’, feels like a storybook set to synths. Swift reimagines Shakespeare’s tragic heroine not as a victim, but as someone saved, rewritten. It’s dreamy and fairytale-coded, but still has that classic Taylor bite.

Every track shines, but let’s get into the ones that live rent-free in my brain: ‘Eldest Daughter’, ‘Actually Romantic’, ‘Wishlist’ and, of course, the title track ‘The Life of a Showgirl’.