It's hard to imagine, it's only been a little over a year since the not-so-silent invasion of the reigning songbird of solemnity took the throne over her army of lovesick Brooklyn twentysomethings. From the viral sensation of "Video Games", to an abysmal (and much-debated) Saturday Night Live "spectacle"- Miss Del Rey has crooned, murmured and whispered her live fast/die young mantra to the top of the not-pops. Here she is millenials, your new mistress of mope.
To say Lana Del Rey's debut, "Born To Die" (and subsequent "Paradise" EP), is an acquired taste is something of an understatement. Del Rey harkens to the days of Silver-Age Hollywood, forlorn trysts of unfathomable comprehension and sultry smoke-curls of ex lovers ripped straight from a harlequin romance novel- or at least that's what you'd be lead to believe since her lyrics are about as subtle as a brick through your front windshield. Semantics aside, the young starlet/harlot/darlin' (to borrow her turn of phrase) has indeed carved a niche for herself and even more surprisingly- EVOLVED!
Her recent release, "Ultraviolent", finds the damsel in distress treading into choppier waters with the direction of The Black Keys' Dan Auerbach behind the helm as Producer. Nearly gone are the lush strings backed by Hip Hop-worthy beats we found in her earlier catalogue; Auerbach has since introduced her to the healthy application of feedback & blues-laden guitars. Naysayers may be wary to find the result is far more inviting than expected- we find ourselves slowly collapsing blissfully to the soundtrack of a lost spy movie as dictated by the diary of a teenage girl.
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