In an increasingly volatile and complicated world, pop fans look to Carly Rae Jepsen for safety and stability. The value proposition of the cult cult Canadian has not changed a bit since the halcyon days when "Call Me Maybe" topped the charts: She churns out joyous celebrations of new love and self-love, songs that need not be decoded through Instagram sleuthing or cross-referenced with the tabloids. Her musical calling cards-chunky synth melodies, hooks cobbled together from chopped-up vocalizations, swordlike singing voice-haven't changed much either, but for many listeners, that's part of her charm: the comfort that comes with finding your lane and staying in it
Jepsen is gearing up to release her first album since 2015's beloved E • MO • TION, and her two new singles stay the course. There is not much to say about "Now That I Found You," a straightforward sugar-rush that's at home promoting "Queer Eye"'s aspirational fantasies, but "No Drug Like Me" is a little more intriguing. Like treasured deep cuts "LA Hallucinations" and "Warm Blood," it's darker and more viscous than standard-issue Jepsen, with verses that dip into the low end of its range and imagery-blurry eyes, mouths running dry, spinning heads-that might be familiar from your last hangover. She ends the chorus with a line that doubles both a temptation and a challenge: "You are not tried no drug like me." I'm sure these songs will satisfy fans desperate for a fix, but it's hard to imagine pulling them in anyone new.