It makes sense that Halsey proclaims herself a "Marvel nerd," because she definitely nailed the origin story. Born in 1994, just a couple of weeks after Biggie dropped his debut Ready to Die, she blew up into an out-of-nowhere pop icon with her breakout hymn "New Americana," speaking for a new generation of electro-angst youth: "High on legal marijuana/Raised on Biggie and Nirvana." Halsey keeps leveling up her pop-rebel game, being her own loud and messy self in public, with the sass of a confessed "fucked-up stoner kid" who grew up as a suburban Jersey girl named Ashley Nicolette Frangipane and renamed herself after a Bed-Stuy L train station. Bisexual, biracial, bipolar, but definitely not buying your next drink, she comes on like God's gift to hashtags, almost daring the straight world to keep underestimating her.
Halsey shows off all her wild musical ambitions on Hopeless Fountain Kingdom, a bold second album that consolidates all the strengths of her 2015 debut Badlands. It's her sprawling science-fiction breakup tale, indulging her taste for wide-screen melodrama – she begins the album by reciting the prologue from Romeo and Juliet, introducing a tale of star-crossed lovers trying to break free from the fatal loins of their families. (Halsey even has a line from Romeo and Juliet inked on her arm: "These violent delights have violent ends.") But of course, in her hands, it turns into the story of a restless young pop star who jets around the world, leaving shattered hearts in her wake, yet still can't find true love, admitting, "I have spent too many nights on dirty bathroom floors."
Halsey keeps Hopeless Fountain Kingdom moving, going for adult dystopian synth-pop realness. She's out to make damn sure nobody mistakes her for some harmless starlet who served as sultry hook girl on that Chainsmokers hit; she shakes off that image like she's dumping a mattress she stole from her roommate back in Boulder. Hopeless Fountain Kingdom sounds more like Trent Reznor's "Closer" than the Chainsmokers' – with flourishes of industrial clank and guitar grind in "100 Letters" ("I find myself alone at night unless I'm having sex"), "Heaven In Hiding" or "Alone." Her Shakespeare-as-Depeche Mode concept holds up even as the tracks jump from one usual mega-producer suspect to the next – Gregg Kurstin to Benny Bianco to Lido.
duets with Migos' Quavo in "Lies," which presents both sides of a strange
relationship gone off the rails, as she sneers, "Are you misled?/I gave
you the messiest head." "Good Mourning" is an odd one-minute
interlude with a little kid saying, "All I know is a hopeless place that
flows with the blood of my kin." "Bad at Love" is a Kiss-worthy
tour of beds she's wrecked around the world, from "I got a boy back home
in Michigan/And he tastes like Jack when I'm kissing him" to "Got a
girl with California eyes." Most daringly of all, Halsey strips down
musically to lean on her voice in the vulnerable piano ballad "Sorry,"
where she worries whether she'll ever like herself enough to let anyone get
close to her. She's hardly the first twenty-something pop upstart to face this
dilemma. But judging from Hopeless Fountain Kingdom, Halsey could
go anywhere from here.