Young Hollywood party in 2014. My first impression of her was “ethereal.” It wasn’t just her look or mannerisms but more how she carries herself. Her authenticity bubbles up from within her. Whether you see her speaking to crowds of young future leaders or on television as Riley inGirl Meets World like this: “There are two categories of songs on the album, ones that are masterpieces on their own and ones that make me excited to see her future.” Of course, evenSour Some day not long from now, Olivia Rodrigo is going to write a song that utterly destroys me, that tears out my insides. Until that happy day,Souris an exceptional place to start.ContentView Iframe URLLet us slide into your DMs.Sign up for theTeen Voguedaily emailWant more fromTeen Vogue? Check this out:Taylor Swift New Album “Folklore": ReviewEven if you haven’t been watching Netflix’s13 Reasons Why For all the comparisons that have been made and will continue to be made to her chief predecessors Taylor and Lorde, Olivia is already proving herself to be on a stylistically different track. She doesn’t traffic in broken fairytales like the former or vivid suburban metaphor like the latter — musically and lyrically, she’s drawn to frankness, laying down the cards all at once. Her voice is effortless, the clear result of years of vocal training plus natural talent that makes her soar where many singers have to strive. Thinking back to those musicians’ debut albums, both of which are genius in their own right, there’s a pattern of wisdom, an old soul type of teenage transcendence. They positioned themselves as outsider bards, taking covert notes in diaries as they eyed their classmates and the world around them. “But I know it’s not forever,” Lorde slices through a tennis court fantasy. “Take me back when our world was one block wide,” Taylor reminisces on a perspective that was once so small, the implication being that she’s all grown up now. Olivia’s perspective, by contrast, feels more present, more minute-to-minute. The immediacy of the gut punches plucks something from you as you listen, some kind of urge to suck in your stomach and wail. “God, it’s brutal out here,” with its ties to both Olivia’s own brutal lyricism, is a line so perfect and well-delivered it’s almost difficult to listen to. (To be clear, that has not stopped me.)