Update: On Thursday, October 22, Adele took to Instagram to confirm the release date and album title. Her first Insta post ever, the caption simply reads, “25 out November 20th.”
It’s official: Adele‘s new album is finally coming.
We suspected as much last weekend, thanks to a quick teaser on the U.K. edition of The X-Factor, during which we heard a few bars from what sounded like a new song. But now we’ve got actual proof straight from the horse’s mouth.
Early Wednesday morning, the “Rolling in the Deep” singer posted a heartfelt letter to her fans on Facebook and Twitter confirming the rumors and apologizing for the long wait—the singer hasn’t released an album since 2011’s smash hit 21.
“My last record was a break-up record, and if I had to label this one, I would call it a make-up record. I’m making up with myself. Making up for lost time. Making up for everything I ever did and never did,” she wrote.
The album—rumored to be released in November under the title 25—highlights a “turning point” in Adele’s life when she hit her mid-20s.
“Teetering on the edge of being an old adolescent and a fully fledged adult, I made the decision to go into becoming who I’m going to be forever without a removal van full of my old junk,” wrote the 27-year-old.
As a closing statement, Adele apologizes for the delay between her albums, saying, “25 is about getting to know who I’ve become without realizing. And I’m sorry it took so long, but you know, life happened.”
We forgive you, Adele. Now hurry up and drop the album already!
Read the full note below:
When I was 7, I wanted to be 8. When I was 8, I wanted to be 12. When I turned 12, I just wanted to be 18. Then after that I stopped wanting to be older. Now I’m ticking 16-24 boxes just to see if I can blag it! I feel like I’ve spent my whole life so far wishing it all away. Always wishing I was older, wishing I was somewhere else, wishing I could remember and wishing I could forget too. Wishing I hadn’t ruined so many good things because I was scared or bored. Wishing I wasn’t so matter-of-fact all the time. Wishing I’d gotten to know my great-grandmother more, and wishing I didn’t know myself so well, because it means I always know what’s going to happen in the end. Wishing I hadn’t cut my hair off, wishing I was 5’7″. Wishing I’d waited and wishing I’d hurried up as well.
My last record was a break-up record, and if I had to label this one, I would call it a make-up record. I’m making up with myself. Making up for lost time. Making up for everything I ever did and never did. But I haven’t got time to hold on to the crumbs of my past like I used to. What’s done is done. Turning 25 was a turning point for me, slap bang in the middle of my 20s. Teetering on the edge of being an old adolescent and a fully fledged adult, I made the decision to go into becoming who I’m going to be forever without a removal van full of my old junk. I miss everything about my past, the good and the bad, but only because it won’t come back. When I was in it, I wanted out! So typical. I’m on about being a teenager, sitting around and chatting shit and not caring about the future because it didn’t matter like it does now. The ability to be flippant about everything and there be no consequences. Even following and breaking rules … is better than making the rules.
25 is about getting to know who I’ve become without realizing. And I’m sorry it took so long, but you know, life happened.