The question of Lana Del Rey/ Born To Die review

Do you remember when it was cool to love Lana Del Rey?

Do you remember when it was cool to hate Lana Del Rey?

Well I am all in a tither, especially after the release of Lana Del Rey's debut record Born To Die. It goes without saying that upon hearing Video Games back in August 2011, I, as did the rest of the world, fell slightly in love with her ethereal harp string ensemble and husky voice, which may I add is not to dissimilar to that of  Tony Soprano. But since such a wondrous contribution to the sounds of 2011 the girl has been torn apart nationwide, accused of false identity charges and awkward live performances on SNL. But seriously, wouldn’t you feel a little uncomfortable if Daniel Radcliffe was to introduce your live breakthrough performance to half the world?

Similarly her looks have come very much into media attention. Granted her lips look like she’s had a heavy binge on a cocktail of narcotics, but the girl is a beauty. The Bridget Bardot of the 2000’s dare I say. Fame really is a double edge sword. Loved one moment hated the next. People have become so clouded by the question of Lana Del Rey that they've actually lost sight of the very reason why they started discussing the girl to begin with... her music. So now that the most anticipated album of the year (calm down it’s only February) has finally been allowed to seduce our ear drums, what do we make of it?

To begin with, we must remember that this is simply pop music. Nothing more. Nothing less. And that being said, it’s pop music done to an exceptional standard. My best description of her music thus far would be likening her sound to the sort of music that Buffy and the gang would have jived too in their funky fish zipped tees and sweater shop disasters at the Bronze Bar, before tackling the vampire carnage that swallowed Sunnydale #watchyourbackMona . Granted her Lyrics are questionable;

“Yo we used to go break in to the hotel pool, glimmer and we’d swim/ Runnin' from the cops in our black bikini tops screaming, / "Get us while we're hot. Get us while we're hot"

                                                            

Prepubescent lyrics aside, we need to understand that this woman is offering us a root out of the drivel that has become pop music today. Seriously, go look at Radio 1’s top 40 singles now and sieve through the shit that is popular music and find another artist that is attempting to do something a little different. So in true commercial fashion I will reduce my review to star rating standards and dish out Born To Die **** out of a potential *****