At 24, Lola Young is a powerhouse of passion willing to chart an unfiltered, emotional freefall, one that spells out the way life is: sexy, druggy, chaotic, self-lacerating, dramatic, playful, hopeful, a spiralling double helix of both howling agony and rapturous euphoria. The way it is in your 20s. The way it is if you’re honest enough to admit it. “I write because I have to, for myself – that’s it,” she says. “I want to be a voice for people who feel like they don’t have a voice.”