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LØLØ is in a good mood. Fresh out of a hospital appointment, she's finally got the okay to sing again after a vocal injury. "I just left my last follow-up appointment at the hospital in Toronto that officially cleared me to be able to sing again, post-vocal-injury! Very exciting stuff," she says.
A similar release, physical, emotional, creative, runs through her second album, 'god forbid a girl spits out her feelings!', a record that leans fully into vulnerability and emotional exposure.
Her previous record centred on emotional shutdown. "My debut album had me wishing I could be a robot, so I didn't have to feel anything, and nobody could hurt me," she said previously. This time, the perspective has shifted. "This next one, however, is what happens when I start embracing every messy, scary, and inconvenient feeling of being human."

That change came through the process of making and living with that first record. Writing, touring, and performing those songs reshaped her relationship with emotion. "I honestly think that the act of writing, and also touring my debut album and performing it live, made me realise that the ability to really feel things is exactly what it means to be human, and that it's something that should be celebrated, not avoided. I've grown a lot when it comes to my outlook on that."
Growth doesn't follow a straight path here. The album reflects a mindset that shifts and circles rather than settling into resolution. "I am constantly trying to evolve and learn when it comes to my feelings, writing, and personal relationships, but it isn't always easy. Sometimes I feel like I'm never learning and I'm the dumbest girl in the world, but other times I feel like I have really grown. I'm not sure if growth is so linear when it comes to these things, at least for me."
That instability feeds directly into the album's diaristic approach. Each song documents thoughts as they happen, without smoothing them out or reshaping them into something more presentable. "Every song is ripped straight from the pages of my journal, chronicling every intrusive or delusional thought, every downward spiral that goes on in the labyrinth I call my mind."
The songs act as a way of processing as she goes. "It's me, spilling my guts in real time to cope."














