Lana Del Rey
begging fans not to listen to the leaked music
a covid-19 as break up, post-pandemic as new love metaphor
she compares her chest to the Sierra Madres
a return to form
a Hitchcock blonde but not the ice queen Grace Kelly, the damaged Kim Novak
looks surreal after a year of isolation
between tedium and genius
‘And I want revenge’
free girl chasing a dying summer
she doesn’t get us off enough
‘Honey who tf is your publicist?’
mental health issues hare ashtags followed by millions
Was this list really worth the effort?
I cannot make a list of all the artists I have seen at Amoeba
‘Dave Chappelle can fuck me again’
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life and death and soul
Rage Against the Machine, Frank Ocean, Travis Scott and My Chemical Romance
Lauv’s sad songs say so much
the work of artists I have truly enjoyed and loved this year
The first rush of hard earned faith by the greatest artist of the 2010s.
more songs about dead wives
Post Malone on top
‘There’s nothing uncooked about me’
replaced by Lana’s excellent fifth album
love and sadness in the summer
Lana’s seasons in the sun wins
an immaculate series of September songs for lovers and losers
album of the year?
that same hook galore with a stomping wind of freedom
Lana’s your man
She is a Hitchcock blonde but not the ice queen Grace Kelly, the damaged Kim Novak
I am off to see if she has learnt anything
‘To set the record straight, no lawsuit has been issued’
a feeling of privilege strongly associated with a photo pass
Did i mention she was wretched?
moving like an icon and putting a spell on everyone
Pretty much as expected
it is very probably a new track called ‘Young & In Love
filtered visuals, lethargic affectation and the two of them doing drugs under the sun
It seems there’s no in between among female artists, they are either too superstars or second-line-on-Coachella-poster.
There are so many outlets, so many blogs, websites, magazines which need the attention in an over-saturated market, that necessarily anything, yes about anything, passes for news
Ten years ago, I saw ‘The Devil and Daniel Johnston’, a documentary about the manic depressive singer songwriter, and it was hard and painful to watch, as madness is always very disarming and cruel. This new short film, directed by Gabriel Sunday, chronicles the imaginary meeting between the Daniel Johnston of 2015 and his younger self in 1983, when he was making his album ‘Hi, How Are You’.
This is weird, Lana, Keith, Kurt and Gary? I’ve dismissed all of these guys recently but a specific song has hit my pleasure zone and who am I to deny it? In a perfect world. Garfunkel and Oates would write the lyrics to all of Lana’s songs. My only problem with G&O is when they make nasty noises like gagging on dick and being nauseated by pussy. It sounds terrible over earphones.
If you are sick of the Oldies But Goldies segment look at it this way: if I was to repost one article a day till I’ve reposted every story I’ve written since 2009, it would take 56 year years. By which time I would be 114 years old . So shut your face