Oh Lorde! Singer crashes own themed party to fans' delight
The venue had promoted the event as a celebration of the 28-year-old's upcoming studio album Virgin, or as they put it, 'We're officially in the L4 era, so it's only right we throw a party for our true Lorde and saviour!'
However, fans invited to 'dance (or cry) in the club' were not quite expecting their party queen to show her face — let alone rub sweaty shoulders with them on the dance floor.
But after the Royals singer entered the scene, that's exactly what went down.
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The hitmaker could be seen dancing alongside DJ Xeimma on the decks, with the pair singing along to the star's lyrics and sharing a hug following the surreal moment.
'Lorde crashed my party,' the DJ said following the event.
'Still in disbelief. Feeling unbelievably grateful to @lorde for making this a night we'll talk about for years.'
The event formed part of a series of themed parties across Australia and North America hosted by the DJ titled Sugarush.
The surprise guest could be seen trading handshakes with fans before finding her groove in the crowd, and attracting attention.
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The New Zealand-born singer's upcoming 12-track album is set to drop on June 26, featuring single What Was That which was released in April.
This project marks her fourth studio album, and follows her 2021 project Solar Power.
Having emerged as an international party girl in recent years, the singer collaborated with Charli xcx in 2024 as the pair traded empathetic jibes on the British brat's second release of hit Girl, so confusing.
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