Ultraviolence
I'm so out of touch when it comes to contemporary music that I falsely dismiss some people because I assume they're like someone else. All I knew about Lana Del Rey is that she said a dumb thing about wanting to die young, and that Eminem wanted to punch her in the face. I assumed she was yet another disposable pop star. But then I read people who were not thirteen years old praising her album, Ultraviolence, as one of the best in the year. I bought it, and while I wouldn't say that I loved it, I was intrigued by it.
I'm not sure how to classify her music. Wikipedia calls it "Dream pop," or even more mysteriously, "Baroque pop," whatever that is. I would also say there are elements of jazz and lounge to her style, a smokey sophistication that is miles ahead of pop tarts like Ariana Grande or Katy Perry. This young lady has some stuff.
There is a dreamy quality to her music, full of hypnotic melodies and smooth sounds. One thing I dislike about the album is that many of the songs sound the same, and even after several listens there are only a few songs that I could identify. One of them, the very fine "Old Money," steals a bar or two from the theme of Franco Zeffirelli's Romeo and Juliet.
Lyrically Del Rey is strong (she co-wrote all songs, so I don't know if the lyrics are hers or not). She doesn't have a lyric sheet printed, but kindly offers a few lines from each song. From "Old Money" we get:
"Blue hydrangea, cold cash divine,
cashmere, cologne and white sunshine."
From "Cruel World" comes:
"I shared my body and
my mind with you--
that's all over now.
I did the best I could,
I've found somebody new."
Del Rey also doesn't hesitate about using profanity, earning a nice warning sticker. One of the songs can't even be said in polite company--"Fucked My Way up to the Top."
Vocally, Del Rey has an ethereal voice that simulate floating, occasionally hitting the high notes with elegance and grace. Ultraviolence is a decent album, and proves that I should actually know what I'm talking about before dismissing someone out of hand.
I'm not sure how to classify her music. Wikipedia calls it "Dream pop," or even more mysteriously, "Baroque pop," whatever that is. I would also say there are elements of jazz and lounge to her style, a smokey sophistication that is miles ahead of pop tarts like Ariana Grande or Katy Perry. This young lady has some stuff.
There is a dreamy quality to her music, full of hypnotic melodies and smooth sounds. One thing I dislike about the album is that many of the songs sound the same, and even after several listens there are only a few songs that I could identify. One of them, the very fine "Old Money," steals a bar or two from the theme of Franco Zeffirelli's Romeo and Juliet.
Lyrically Del Rey is strong (she co-wrote all songs, so I don't know if the lyrics are hers or not). She doesn't have a lyric sheet printed, but kindly offers a few lines from each song. From "Old Money" we get:
"Blue hydrangea, cold cash divine,
cashmere, cologne and white sunshine."
From "Cruel World" comes:
"I shared my body and
my mind with you--
that's all over now.
I did the best I could,
I've found somebody new."
Del Rey also doesn't hesitate about using profanity, earning a nice warning sticker. One of the songs can't even be said in polite company--"Fucked My Way up to the Top."
Vocally, Del Rey has an ethereal voice that simulate floating, occasionally hitting the high notes with elegance and grace. Ultraviolence is a decent album, and proves that I should actually know what I'm talking about before dismissing someone out of hand.
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