A Complicated Woman is one of the most cathartic, empowering, and uproariously funny pop records of the year, rooted firmly in the reality of modern womanhood. It’s a record for grown-ups - especially those who are fed up, emotionally bruised, and still powering forward. It’s the sound of trying to laugh through the grief of getting older and not having life figured out, with a collective scream of “FUCK YOU!”. Rebecca Lucy Taylor draws on every conceivable strand of pop, from gospel to house club anthems, all filtered through her singular voice and presence.

Logic, Bitch! sounds like a loving homage to Taylor Swift, while Lies conjures M.I.A. with uncanny precision, giving props to the emotional labour of being a woman in pop and not being taken seriously as a songwriter. In Plain Sight devastates with a jaw-dropping vocal from South African musician Moonchild Sanelly, whilst tracks like Mother and 69 strut like Kesha. Serving as the backbone is an enormous choir soaring above the pounding beats, a celebration of the collective female voice. The record manages to be gut-wrenchingly emotional and spiritually resonant, while also being proudly full of dirty language and dirty thoughts. The ambition is astonishing. Rebecca has made it crystal clear that she respects pop as one of the greatest tools for conveying depth, anger, heartbreak, and joy, and that belief radiates through every track. There’s gospel, house, shouting, jokes, glitter and no pretence. It’s the absolute antithesis of phoned-in chart fodder. Pop music at its most open-hearted and transformative, Self Esteem is already the subject of widespread conversation for her jaw-dropping live show. Tragic, embarassing, warm, and wildly relatable, it’s messy and self-depracting, but defiantly hopeful, with huge emotional swings. Come the fuck on, Bridget!