I listened through to the latest Lana Del Rey album, the oddly named Norman Fucking Rockwell! last night. it's a quality item but Del Rey has always known exactly what she was doing since she first appeared with Video Games all those years back and though it's not hugely different from records she's put out before it will offer those who venerate her plenty more of what they look to her for.
What Del Rey offers is old school doomed romance influenced by classic Hollywood as much as Rock and Roll with widescreen scope and reach wrapped in oddly modern trimmings. She's certainly not afraid to swear or be brazen when it suits her as if clearly apparent from a cursory glance at her titles or a listen to pretty much any of her songs. Whether this actually adds anything to her package is questionable although it gives her the edge she clearly craves, but I'd say her real talent lies in her songwriting, arrangements, artistry and delivery.
Norman Fucking Rockwell! delivers in spades, there are some very, very good songs on evidence. No-one yearns quite like Del Rey nowadays and there's plenty to relish here. It's another highly accomplished album. Whether it will be able to convert the sceptical is probably doubtful as she's really covered this territory many times before but this is immaculate coffee table product.
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