Before unpacking those statements, let me note I couldn't deal with her debut; too cutesy, and too girly, to the point of overload. Maybe that makes me a curmudgeon, but so be it.
Anyway, here we are three years later, and when I first heard this track from the new album, Wounded Rhymes, I literally didn't recognize the artist. Vocals, and the general mood, are both down an octave or more. She's just about to turn 25, and clearly the journey from 22 hasn't necessary been a smooth one. Despite professional success, I've read that Li endured a tough breakup, and spent a fair amount of time in the California desert on her own while writing these songs.
This particular cut opens the album, and while the musical tone isn't quite as foreboding as songs from The Knife, it's not a world away. Lyrically, the song reads like a letter to her younger self, calling herself out for thinking she knew what real pain was, back in those days. (Amen, sister!) Bracing stuff, and not one molecule of twee.
On iTunes: Lykke Li / "Youth Knows No Pain"