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