Lust for Life by Lana Del Rey
Slur your words, act like you’re drugged to the gills, blah blah blurb… congrats, you’re now Lana Del Rey.
Slur your words, act like you’re drugged to the gills, blah blah blurb… congrats, you’re now Lana Del Rey.
Who would’ve thought a Taylor Swift album can be transformed into a collection of exquisite male angst and feels?
Of course I discover them two years after they broke up.
Shawn Mendes wants you to know that he is straight and will love you ladies long, long time with his totally heterosexual pee-pee.
The grandfathers of all boybands are back once again and it’s business as usual.
Nice, but it’d be nicer if they get a bit more… experimental.
Here is Broken and… uh, some other songs.
Taylor Swift is stepping up with songs about drunk driving and peen cravings, and yes, it is all your fault that she’s this way.
Sadly, listening to this fellow singing about Santa and sleighs doesn’t evoke the mood to make babies like his other, less Christmas-y tunes.
After One Direction, it’s time for the members to release solo albums and see which one of them will end up in rehab first.