“There is hypocrisy all around: on the part of Ms. Del Rey, on the part of her various teams and enablers, on the part of her dissecters and executioners. A career founded on bad faith all around can’t be long for this world, but at this point what can Ms. Del Rey do? Not much. Her cultural stamp has already been affixed, her biography written in concrete. The only real option is to wash off that face paint, muss up that hair and try again in a few years. There are so many more names out there for the choosing.”
So Lana Del Rey is like…. Tune Yards 2? I still don’t think she’s going to wash out, as such.
Whew, anyway. This was a really very interesting album review by Jon Caramanica. It reads like, I don’t know what. The eulogy of a gravedigger? A warranty card for a Rube Goldberg machine? The Post Secret entry of a person with no secrets and even less access to the post office? Very strange, but not particularly bad. (I mean, it’s actually a really good review. It’s just an odd thing to read.) I guess the punishment fits the crime.
