Kerli gets me. Even though metal is my bread and butter, there's no mistaking that I need my pop music now and again. And this Estonian bubble goth knows how I like my pop. Sorry, Miss Spears. "The Creationist" isn't another of Kerli's thumping club numbers, in the vein of "Zero Gravity" and "Army of Love." This is one more side to this always-lovely lady. The piano stays light and airy, and the lyrics come from the land of dreams and fantasy. Kerli laments life is my creation, it's my best friend, imagination is my defense and my favourite whatever happens was meant that way. Can I just have her follow me around and sing the soundtrack to my life? Or maybe I'll just move to Estonia. Whatever works.
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