with this album Lisa delivers excess, but not much substance. it paints the image of a superstar, but not the woman behind it.
She introduces 5 alter egos, each tied to specific songs, aesthetics, album covers and even a comic book tie-in. It’s a flashy, high-concept rollout, but in the process of playing dress-up, Lisa the artist gets lost.
she spends much of the album reveling in her wealth and status, flexing designer brands, fast cars and the kind of luxury that few can touch. The problem isn’t that she’s flaunting it; it’s that ‘Alter Ego’ never digs deeper. “Camera in my face / Call me Mona Lisa,” she sings with blasé detachment on ‘Chill’, likening herself to the world’s most famous enigma. But what does it feel like to exist at that level of untouchable stardom? Instead of offering insight, the album coasts on surface-level spectacle, painting a picture of power and privilege but never revealing the person inside it.