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Running errands in south Austin one day last November, I was startled to notice a line of yellow beanies and orange track pants snaking down the side of a venue named Emo’s and through its entire parking lot. Dressed alike and waiting outside the venue doors, the crowd of girls looked like the city’s biggest dance troupe, or a cult waiting for their meeting space to open up. Cars stopped and squinted at the line, and passengers got out their phone for a quick Google to see what was happening. Ah, Billie Eilish is playing tonight.
Teen idols have existed since time itself, but I’m not sure there have been any quite like Billie Eilish. For one, she looks like a Tim Burton animated character come to life, with big, bright blue eyes and hair to match. You expect a spider to come crawling out of her mouth at any minute. She’s certainly not the first pop star to have that kind of give-no-f*cks attitude — Avril Lavigne was doing it the year Eilish was born — but her LA kid ennui is a fascinating companion to her striking artistic vision. At just 17-years-old, Eilish has crafted a sound and aesthetic that feels like both the culmination of every current trend and the first wave breaking on the new ones. She’s on the cutting edge. She’s the knife.
Eilish’s popularity with young people can’t be overstated. She bewitches them to stand outside of venues for hours at a time, dressed in copycat neon and apathetic stares. Dave Grohl, who has young daughters himself, compared Eilish’s influence to that of Nirvana’s in the early ’90s. Her tour, already booked in huge amphitheaters before she’d even released an album, sold out in minutes. To those who look up to her, Eilish is God, or maybe Lucifer.
With the release of her long-awaited debut album When We All Fall Asleep, Where Do We Go?, the grownups of the world have finally woken up. Every review of the album seems to be written with a little bit of incredulity, like the writers are witnessing some kind of magic they don’t entirely understand. Her music is fresh and exciting — indebted to Lorde, Lana, and the weirdo sadgirls that paved the way for her, but with a venomous streak we haven’t seen from a new artist in a long time. Even if When We All Fall Asleep, Where Do We Go? peaked with its singles, it’d still be a touchstone pop album of the 21st century so far. All the new stuff meets the hype and then laughs in its face.