This is the album Adele never released, but wished she did.

Could it be that Lana Del Rey has finally found her authentic, true self?

Begone, Taytay! The Queen of Slurry Music has shown up to defend her throne.

Everyone’s favorite chain-smoking, slurry drunken aunt is back for another party of one.

Slur your words, act like you’re drugged to the gills, blah blah blurb… congrats, you’re now Lana Del Rey.

Come gaze at the imprint of the artist’s navel on every song. She’s losing the plot…

I’m not sure what happened, but the best song is a cover version.

If Tori Amos and Suzanne Vega somehow have a child together, that child would make this album.