Charli is a mess. There are significant heights ('Gone,' 'Warm,' and '1999,') and significant lows (I have tried so hard with 'Cross You Out,' and I really hate it.) There are moments when Charli seems to be grasping for radio-ready bangers ('Blame It On Your Love,') and moments of pure pop creativity ('2099.') Everyone and the kitchen sink are featured, but the album truly shines when Charli is singing alone. Like the artist who produced it, Charli is wonderfully inventive, sometimes frustrating, and occasionally jaw-dropping. It is probably a more accurate vision of the future than the utopia of Pop 2. Charli is a fluid pop star, one that doesn't care about the boundaries of anything, let alone genre. While I may prefer the fantasy Pop 2 promises, I am pretty happy with living in the reality of Charli.