Despite its release dating back 40-ish years, “Rumours” manages to sound new with every listen, its lyricism idiosyncratic enough to eschew cliché, yet general and humanly true enough to be universal. It’s a voyeuristic look at the heart of Fleetwood Mac, the story of their numerous entanglements: a fortuitous and complicated meeting of musical styles and love stories.
The love in “Heaven” is not the holy grail, as in Ellie Goulding’s version. Nor is love equated to immortality, in ZAYN and Taylor’s version. As Michaels herself sings in the second verse, “There’s no regrets. I just thought it was fun.” “Heaven” renders love, or at least the “Fifty Shades” version of it, in simple terms. The boy is bad for her, and yet, so good.
“Is it us? Or is it just supernatural?” BØRNS croons in “Supernatural.” Neon pink lights illuminate a leafy green backdrop behind him. White strobe flickers in the back. The song is about a relationship, rather than a person, but one can’t help wonder whether the singer himself exudes a certain supernatural, alien energy.