Posted by: Nick Walters | September 7, 2012

Lana Del Rey: Born To Die

Nice hat.

Oh the beautiful, bruised misery of this album. If you’re a fan of melancholia, this is for you. And I don’t mean poor-me, life-is-so-unfair Emo wank, but true melancholy, as written about by Keats and Goethe.  Something that transcends mere sadness and becomes beauty. Pretentious? Maybe. “Lana Del Rey” might be an invented persona and she may be a happy bunny in real life, but that doesn’t lessen the impact of this record.  Whether or not she is “4 Real” is irrelevant. Bowie, for example, existed through many different personae to great success, and we all knew he was putting on an act.  And if this is an act, it’s a convincing one.  Every song is steeped in heavy, druggy, dreamlike torpor, and the overall effect is numbing but pleasurable. It can be argued that you only really need the title track and Video Games, as there’s not much difference between the tracks on this album, but that’s part of its joy.  Perfect listening for this time of year as the nights draw in.

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