For the last few days I’ve had ‘Born to Die’ by Lana Del Rey on repeat. I’ve never had a CD on repeat before, except for the Christmas ones, but I think they’re a bit different.
The first time I heard it, I didn’t like it. However, for some reason after about a month of having first previewed it, I got a craving to listen to the whole album. I listened to it and decided that it was quite nice, so I played it again, and again. I couldn’t get enough so after a week, I caved in and downloaded it off Itunes. Since then, it’s been playing non-stop on the stereo.
What makes it so special? Well, it’s refreshing compared to the current chart-toppers; I don’t like being told to ‘put my hands in the air’, or that ‘sexy b*tches’ actually have allure despite having just been compared to the ‘neighborhood whore’. The album is also passive; it doesn’t demand you do something or listen to a message you would (hopefully) never have in real-life. When it does, you can barely tell as it’s been disguised by Del Rey’s surreal voice working with the instrumentals. The album has a resounding beat that echoes through the whole piece uniting all the tracks, the effect comes out as promoting a sense of calm. A really nice sense of calm, and even though you can’t understand Del Rey for most of the songs, you have a feeling she’s on your side.
Del Rey’s album bridges the older genres- jazz, blues, classic- nicely with hip-hop, pop and all the other material they have playing at the moment. Like wine it goes with everything, but isn’t to everybody’s tastes. One of the flatmates described it as ‘whiny’ (gasp!). To those people, I would prescribe some Adele and when you get tired of listening to songs about break-up, try some Lana; upbeat but rather foggy-messaged.
Bottom line? Try it, it won’t hurt and sounds lovely. Del Rey’s done a good job.
