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  • Lana Del Rey’s New Album: Everything We Know So Far – Our Culture

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    Lana Del Rey’s new album has made practically every list of the most anticipated releases of 2026, yet we can’t even be sure what the record is called. As of this writing, the singer-songwriter’s tenth studio album is titled Stove, after previously bearing the names Lasso and The Right Person Will Stay. Here’s everything we know about it so far.

    How long has Lana Del Rey been teasing it?

    Del Rey has pushed back and renamed albums several times throughout her career, but this rollout has been especially protracted. Del Rey’s last album was 2023’s Did You Know That There’s a Tunnel Under Ocean Blvd, but she first talked about releasing a record covering country songs half a decade ago. In 2023, she delivered a series of country-leaning covers, performing ‘Stand by Your Man’ in September, ‘Unchained Melody’ in November, and releasing a rendition of ‘Take Me Home, Country Roads’ in December. The following February, she said at a Billboard event that she’d made a country album with Jack Antonoff in Muscle Shoals, Nashville, and Mississippi. Then still titled Lasso, the album was supposed to arrive in September 2024.

    In November 2024, Del Rey changed the album’s title to The Right Person Will Stay and set a new release date of May 21. Of course, it never materialized.

    Has she released any singles since then?

    In August 2024, Del Rey said in an interview with Vogue that she would be releasing two more singles by the end of that year, which didn’t end up happening. However, she did put out two singles the following year, ‘Henry, Come On’ and ‘Bluebird’. There was also the whole Ethel Cain diss track debacle, though it’s unclear whether any of that will actually land on the album.

    When did it become Stove?

    A year after the Vogue piece, Del Rey did in an interview with W where she said the album’s title was now Stove. The publication had previously leaked the working title Classic via an Instagram post.

    Has a new release date been confirmed?

    Del Rey told W the album would “likely be released at the end of January” 2026. Unless she releases on the final day of the month, as of this writing Stove is still not out.

    Explaning why she pushed back the release date this time, she said: “They were more autobiographical than I thought, and that took more time.” Sonically, one thing hasn’t changed: “the majority of the album will have a country flair.”

    Has a tracklist been confirmed?

    No. But in addition to the already released singles, other potential album tracks have been teased or debuted live, including ‘57.5’, ‘Quiet in the South’, ‘Stand by Your Man’, and ‘Stars Fell on Alabama’.

    This story will be updated…

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  • Selena Gomez, Lana Del Rey, and Charli XCX Embrace the Gradual Wedding Rollout

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    Both Gomez and Blanco sported subtle stylistic nods to their romance. Blanco selected a traditional smooth gold wedding band studded with a ruby—Gomez’s birthstone—alongside an aquamarine to represent his own birthday in March. Both gems are hidden on the inside of the ring. Gomez wore a custom sheer Ralph Lauren high-neck halter gown with intricate lace detailing, including a heart inscribed with “S+B.” Gomez wore another custom Ralph Lauren hand-draped halter satin dress during the wedding, as well as a third, Marilyn Monroe–inspired swing frock for the reception. She was given a diamond eternity band from Blanco to sit atop her 8-carat marquise-cut diamond engagement ring, designed by Katherine Theofilos Claster and Stephanie Theofilos of Abril Barret.

    The singer and Only Murders in the Building actor-producer used the same strategy as Charli XCX and Lana Del Rey in her social media wedding rollout, gradually revealing more details over the course of several days. All three musicians’s recent wedding ceremonies were vintage-inspired and reflective of each couple’s respective brand.

    Charli XCX, who wed The 1975 drummer George Daniel in July, first debuted photos from her simple town hall ceremony—then later shared images showing a cigarette-slewn house party at boutique Sicilian hotel Tonnara Di Scopello that had Matty Healy DJing. Del Rey also did a big reveal on September 24, a year after her wedding to alligator tour guide Jeremy Dufrene, giving more insight into her Louisiana bayou wedding. While Gomez went for all-American chic and Charli XCX leaned into her messy pop princess aesthetic, Del Rey’s signature stormy, moody Hollywood starlet persona was embodied by a cake featuring an illustration from children’s book Cajun Night Before Christmas.

    But Gomez’s wedding also had an element that Charli XCX and Del Rey’s did not: Taylor Swift. The Life of a Showgirl musician gave a moving speech at the reception. A Daily Mail report claimed that Swift “joked in the speech that Selena beat her to the altar, but at least they both have found the loves of their lives,” with Swift saying Blanco is “the most perfect person” for Gomez. “It isn’t luck that they found each other; it’s love,” Swift allegedly continued. The “Ready for It” singer further reflected on the decade-plus she has known Gomez. According to the Daily Mail, Swift “talked about how she and Selena have both been through so much together, both professionally and personally, [and] said that whenever one of them had their hearts broken from failed relationship[s] over the years, they were always there for each other.” Swift also called Gomez her “sister.”

    Julia DeLuise, the wife of Gomez’s former Wizards of Waverly Place costar David DeLuise, posted on social media that “the heavens opened and an angel descended” when Swift began speaking, according to Page Six. A source told People that Swift’s speech was “so beautiful” that Gomez and several guests were “crying” afterward.

    Gomez became friends with Swift at age 15, when Gomez was dating Nick Jonas. Swift, then 18, was dating Joe Jonas, and the foursome became inseparable. “She and I like to say the best thing we got out of those relationships was each other,” Gomez said during an August 7 episode of podcast Therapuss With Jake Shane.

    Gomez also remembered Swift playing her an unreleased version of “Love Story”: “It was just one of those songs I instantly heard and thought, ‘This is one of the most beautiful songs ever.’”

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  • A Girl Is Driven Home Alone at Night: Florence + the Machine’s “One of the Greats”

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    In keeping with the theme of “Everybody Scream,” Florence + the Machine’s second single from the album of the same name is all about fame. Though, in contrast to “Everybody Scream,” which is sort of like Florence’s version of Lady Gaga’s “Applause,” “One of the Greats” is much saucier, exploring the more vexing aspects of what it means to be a “rock star” as a woman. More to the point, the double standard of it. And so, while “Everybody Scream” is about what fame gives, “One of the Greats” is more about what it takes (this phrase having two meanings in this instance).

    In this regard, “Everybody Scream” is the “Angel of My Dreams” of the outfit, while “One of the Greats” is more of the “IT Girl” (yes, one needs to listen to JADE’s That’s Showbiz Baby to understand the reference). And, once again, Florence Welch is very much embodying her “Elvis reincarnated” aura in the accompanying “visualizer”—or is it a video? Either way, it’s directed by Welch’s go-to, Autumn de Wilde, even though there isn’t much to direct in that all Welch has to do is sit in the back of a car and get chauffeured somewhere like the rock star she is in the dead of night. And naturally, even though it is night, she’s still got to be wearing her black shades—her “I’m too famous to be seen” sunglasses. In addition to wearing a tailored ensemble that consists of a black blazer and white button-front shirt. Then, Welch soon raises her hand to reveal she’s also holding a cigar. It’s all very Madonna—not just from her 1992 “Deeper and Deeper” single cover art, but also from the “Drowned World/Substitute for Love” video, during which she, too, is being chauffeured around at night while wearing sunglasses and also looking very blasé about the whole thing. If not utterly horrified by it.

    Welch, in contrast, is slightly more enamored of what fame has meant. Not just that she has a devoted following (like Jesus himself), but that it allows her creativity to flow into and through something that will actually be “received” by others. By the same token, being “inspired by the muse” is not without its own unique drawbacks. Which is perhaps why Welch refers to creativity almost like it’s Lazarus, rising from the dead every time an artist thinks they’ve laid their creative pursuits to rest. So it is that Florence opens the song with the evocative (and, yes, biblically allusive) verse, “I crawled up from under the earth/Broken nails and coughing dirt/Spitting out my songs so you could sing along, oh/And with each bedraggled breath, I knew I came back from the dead/To show you how it’s done, to show you what it takes/To conquer and to crucify, to become one of the greats/One of the greats.”

    And what Florence has shown her acolytes over the years, in terms of “what it takes,” is a lot of physical and emotional agony. For her, it’s the former category that has been especially prominent, having broken her foot onstage twice (once in 2015, and another time in 2022) and then having a near-death experience in 2023 (mentioned by way of, “Oh, burned down at thirty-six/Why did you dig me up for this?”) after undergoing an emergency medical procedure for a still-unspecified condition that would have been fatal had she not gotten the surgery immediately. So it is that Welch was led even further down a mystical, witchy, “hippie-dippy” path with her latest work, originally conceiving “One of the Greats” as a poem.

    In this regard, it shares a certain DNA with Lana Del Rey’s “Fingertips” (and not, surprisingly, “The Greatest”) from Did You Know That There’s a Tunnel Under Ocean Blvd (which is delivered in a very stream-of-consciousness kind of style, though it wasn’t originally a poem). But Welch still outpaces the length of the verbose “Fingertips,” with “One of the Greats” clocking in at six minutes and thirty-two seconds. Indeed, Welch didn’t think the label would actually “let” her release a song like this, recounting, “…you’re always asking the label if you can put out a song that’s five minutes long so with this one I was like, ‘They’ll never put this out the way we really want to put this out, seven minutes long,’ but they were like, ‘Yeah, we love it.’” Which perhaps just goes to show that Welch really is “one of the greats,” therefore “permitted” to release whatever the fuck kind of music she wants to.

    In this instance, music that’s once again co-produced by Mark Bowen and Aaron Dessner, who layer on the sparsest of instrumentation so that Welch can really dig the knife in with her vocals when she says something like, “‘Cause who really gets to be one of the greats/One of the greats?/But I’ve really done it this time/This one is all mine/I’ll be up there with the men and the ten other women/In the 100 Greatest Records of All Time.”

    Welch doesn’t stop there when it comes to shading how the music industry continues to deify male musicians in a way that simply doesn’t happen for women, who are held to a standard that no man could deal with even trying to live up to. So it is that Welch ribs, “It must be nice to be a man and make boring music just because you can/Now don’t get me wrong/I’m a fan/You’re my second-favorite frontman [after herself, of course]/And you could have me if you weren’t so afraid of me/It’s funny how men don’t find power very sexy/So this one’s for the ladies/Do I drive you crazy?/Did I get it right?” The answer, of course, is a resounding yes—for there isn’t really an occasion when Welch doesn’t get it right. Yet another testament to the level of her artistry.

    However, that doesn’t prevent her from asking the question of what really makes an artist “one of the greats” and who gets to decide such a thing—and why They get to, based on what criteria? Then there is her lately constant exploration of the “cost” of fame (going back to Madonna on “Drowned World/Substitute for Love,” it was she who said, “I traded fame for love without a second thought” after realizing what she had sacrificed for so much of her life in service of fame). So it is that she told Radio 1’s New Music Show with Jack Saunders,

    “[‘One of the Greats’] was one long poem I wrote about greatness or the cost of it or why do I want it? Who gets to decide what that even is? And then it was also kind of a joke, so it’s like really serious and also [a] really unserious song… And it kind of evolves in this train of thought and that’s very much how it was recorded, but I guess I wanted it to feel like you were disintegrating into nothing at the end ‘cause it is sort of about the process of creativity being like a sense you sort of destroy yourself for something and then you kind of dig yourself up all over again to do it again and you’re like, ‘Why do I keep doing this? What is this thing that I’m reaching for?’ There’s a Martha Graham quote that’s called ‘divine dissatisfaction’ and I think that sort of sums up the process for me, it’s this sense of this like divine dissatisfaction that just keeps propelling you forward all the time.”

    Hence, Welch’s repeated divine question pertaining to divine dissatisfaction: “Did I get it right?/Do I win the prize?/Do you regret bringing me back to life?” The answer, for the fans that venerate her, is a resounding no. They would dig Welch up an infinite number of times to keep watching and listening to her be “one of the greats.” Though, if you ask any man in “the industry” about it, they’re liable to write her work off with a shrugging, “So like a woman to profit from her madness” (Taylor Swift would surely approve of this sarcastic lyric based on her own song called “mad woman” from 2020’s folklore). As though “women’s music” is just that—somehow meant to be cordoned off into its own separate “outlier” category despite the fact that, now more than ever, female musicians are dominating the charts.

    This no doubt in part because many of them feel like Welch, who admits, “I was only beautiful under the lights/Only powerful there.” Or, as she phrases it on “Everybody Scream,” “Here, I don’t have to quiet/Here, I don’t have to be kind/Extraordinary and normal, all at the same time.” Because, yes, it’s important to remember that, no matter how much you worship “one of the greats,” they still shit, too. Or, to put it in a more 2000s way, “Stars—They’re Just Like Us!”

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  • On Lola Young and Amy Winehouse’s Generational Divide When It Comes to Dealing With Addiction

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    While Amy Winehouse might have “glamorized” addiction (in a far less deliberate way than Lana Del Rey “glamorizing abuse”), her proverbial predecessor/the person who is now oft compared to her, Lola Young, has sought to do the opposite in her approach to songwriting about the struggle. Accordingly, her third and most recent album, I’m Only F**king Myself, is the most candid yet in terms of Young exploring her various battles with addiction. Particularly cocaine. A drug of choice that already differentiates her from Winehouse, who famously said in her signature track, “Rehab,” “I love you much/It’s not enough/You love blow and I love puff.” In effect, Winehouse says what Lana Del Rey later would with the “Born to Die” lyrics, “Sometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough/I don’t know why.”

    Young has slightly less “romantic” thoughts on the matter of l’amour (and drugs) throughout I’m Only F**king Myself, taking a more Lily Allen approach when speaking about her ex-boyfriend(s). For example, “SAD SOB STORY! :),” on which she sings, “But I don’t stalk your Instagram ‘cause I don’t care to know, mate/Who you’ve been sleeping with is no longer my business/And, damn, it feels good, it feels great/I moved on, but I just wanted to say/Best of luck to ya, and I hope you’re happy someday/But keep your sad sob story, ‘cause I won’t read it anyway.” Winehouse, too, had plenty of her own severe “over it” thoughts on exes. Indeed, she could be far more savage than Young—even to a bloke she was still dating. As is the case on 2003’s “Stronger Than Me,” the lead single from Winehouse’s debut, Frank, during which she ribs her then boyfriend, Chris Taylor, “Don’t you know you supposed to be the man?/Not pale in comparison to who you think I am/You always wanna talk it through, I don’t care/I always have to comfort you when I’m there/But that’s what I need you to do, stroke my hair/‘Cause I’ve forgotten all of young love’s joy/Feel like a lady and you my ladyboy.”

    Her dissatisfaction with most men only added to the proverbial void inside of her—the very one that prompted her to turn to drugs/have such an “addict’s personality.” Even becoming addicted to people. Most notably, Blake Fielder-Civil. The one who led her even further down a path of drug-addled darkness. This being yet another thing that separates Young from Winehouse: she’s not having her biggest moment yet in the spotlight while still dating someone toxic. A clinger/leech who only becomes more so at the slightest whiff of fame and fortune. Furthermore, in direct contrast to Young, Winehouse patently refused to go to rehab as her fame level soared. Even though going through some kind of “program” at that time might very well have caused her life trajectory to go in a totally different direction. That is to say, she might still be alive today if some early preventative measures had been taken. The same way that Young took them just as “Messy” was blowing her up on the charts in late 2024. While some “pop stars” might have jumped into high-gear promotion mode, this was the precise moment that Young checked in at a facility for her cocaine addiction. One that had been plaguing her for what she deemed “a long time.”

    On the plus side, as she noted to The Guardian, “…it teaches you a lot, being addicted to substances. It makes you more empathetic about other people that have gone through that. It’s just a constant journey.” Alas, Winehouse’s own constant journey came to an abrupt end on July 23, 2011, when she once again turned to alcohol as a substitute for the Class A and B drugs she had been dependent on in the mid-2000s. By 2008, however, when she truly was forced into rehab, Winehouse began to “turn a corner.” At least, in a sense. But just because she kicked the “harder stuff” didn’t mean she wouldn’t still turn to alcohol more than merely “now and again.” Even though she mentioned in a 2010 interview with Glamour UK, “I literally woke up one day and was like, ‘I don’t want to do this anymore’” (and yes, that is very much a Rihanna lyric).

    Of course, that wasn’t entirely true. A classic binger, Winehouse’s method was to have periods of sobriety followed by getting soused. This being what eventually led to her fatal alcohol poisoning. And, in large part, her inability to seek out the level of help she needed can be chalked up not only to her upbringing, but to her generation. For while millennials might be among the first ilk to truly push back on the general harshness of various “baby boomer philosophies,” many—especially of Winehouse’s “elder millennial” status—were still indoctrinated with the narrow-minded views imparted to them about “how to deal with things.” Especially mental health-related issues. In Winehouse’s case, it wasn’t only a matter of being from a generation that was taught to shove feelings down and/or numb them with substances. She also grew up with parents that largely ignored some of her glaring neuroses early on. Particularly with regard to bulimia. And if they did ignore her issues, it was mostly a result of their own generation’s teachings, instructed never to look too deeply below the surface of things. To just “go along to get along.” Particularly as a woman.

    But Lola Young, as a quintessential Gen Zer (born in 2001 à la Billie Eilish), has an altogether different approach to not only acknowledging her issues in the first place, but also taking them on in a constructive manner. And the number one way that her generation has done so is by seeking the necessary form of medical assistance (yes, usually that means therapy) in order to tackle their demons head-on. Winehouse was never able to fully do that, treating her demons of drugs and alcohol not as something that needed to be tamed, but as the cure itself. Worse still, she did glamorize the rush, the thrill of getting wasted all the time. Of being, as Young would say, messy. Her defiance audible in the chorus of “Rehab” as she declares, “They tried to make me go to rehab/I said, ‘No, no, no.’” The final “no” being particularly emphasized in her vocals.

    In effect, Winehouse would never be the sort of woman to say something like, “I’m a dumb little addict so I’ve been tryna quit the snowflake,” as Young does on “Not Like That Anymore.” Instead, she would bill her drinking and drugging lifestyle as the chic explanation for why “you know I’m no good.” Shrugging it off as though it’s her doomed fate. In this regard, too, Young can at least address her awareness of wanting to responsibility-shift and “blame it on the gods,” as it were. This being the line she wields in the first verse of “Spiders,” the one that goes, “Can you take, take it off my hands?/To make me feel like I had something planned/And blame, blame it on the gods/So we don’t feel like we did something wrong.”

    Winehouse’s songwriting, in sharp contrast (though not in terms of how autobiographical it is), is all about the simultaneous acceptance and guilt of being “born bad” (or, as Del Rey says on “Kinda Outta Luck,” “I was born bad, but then I met you/You made me nice for a while/But my dark side’s true”). This shines through on songs like “What Is It About Men,” “You Know I’m No Good,” “Love Is A Losing Game” and “Addicted.” As far as she’s concerned, the die is cast vis-à-vis the outcome of her life. Whether related to matters of romance, family or otherwise. So why not just knock another bottle back and take things as they unavoidably come? There’s no stopping any of it anyway.

    And yet, Gen Z does have this same sort of fatalistic worldview as a result to the very “No Future” vibes that have been further compounded by the inevitability of environmental collapse and/or an AI takeover of the world—whichever comes first. The thing is, they just don’t drink and drug about it as casually and endlessly as millennials like Winehouse. And if they do, they’re sure to take a page from Young’s book (digital though it may be) and seek help before they go down the same (back to) black hole that Winehouse did.

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  • 6 Lana Del Rey Lyrics That Will Ease You Into Fall

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    Staring out the car window dreamingly, listening to Lana Del Rey, season is upon us. There’s no denying that when the sun goes down and the chilly air starts to pick up, we’re reaching for Lana’s songs the most. They bring a sense of comfort that matches the vibes of the autumn season so well.

    Her recent cover on W Magazine got us thinking about our favorite Lana Del Rey lyrics to listen to during the autumn season. Read the cover story here!

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    “Oh no, must be the season of the witch”

    Of course, we have to start with ‘Season Of The Witch.’ There’s no better Lana song that embraces the witchy season! We’re big Halloween fans over here and are always looking for an excuse to begin celebrating the season a little early, even if it is still only August.

    “You’re in the yard, I light the fire. And as the summer fades away, nothing gold can stay”

    This lyric from ‘Venice B*tch” is the perfect way to close out summer. We’ve been loving every moment of summer this year, but “nothing gold can stay” and we’re ready for some colder weather where we can bundle up by the fireplace!

    “I catch a dollar in the wind and I buy a cup of coffee”

    This lyric from an unreleased deep cut, ‘Fordham Road,’ encapsulates autumn so well. On the first day of September, you can find us sipping a pumpkin spice latte with a scarf wrapped around our necks, and the wind breezing through our hair. We just know Lana Del Rey is also a PSL girlie!

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    Sometimes I wake up in the morning to red, blue, and yellow skies”

    Red, blue, and yellow skies are preparing us for fall! ‘God Knows I Tried’ is one of our favorite Lana Del Rey songs and is definitely a contender for our autumn playlists. Our favorite sunrises and sunsets always happen during the autumn months, and we are so looking forward to these special moments with Lana’s music blasting in the background.

    “Everything is bright now, no more cloudy days, even when the storms come, in the eye we’ll stay”

    This lyric from ‘Religion’ takes us away from the beating sunshine and into the cloudy, stormy days of fall. Sometimes we love a cloudy day paired with a cool breeze and a warm drink in hand – there’s truly nothing more nostalgic!

    “Those summer nights seem long ago, and so is the girl you used to call. The queen of New York City”

    We have to end with these lyrics from ‘Old Money.’ Summer nights are indeed taking a back seat to our beloved fall afternoons. Even in New York City, we’re anticipating the changing of the leaves and the impending sweater weather!

    Which Lana Del Rey song from this list is your favorite? Are you an autumn or summertime fangirl? Let us know in the comments down below or over on @thehoneypop, or check us out on Instagram and Facebook.

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  • Beyond Brat Summer, Or: Why It Was A Summer of Americana Via The Bikeriders and “Tough”

    Beyond Brat Summer, Or: Why It Was A Summer of Americana Via The Bikeriders and “Tough”

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    In many ways, Jeff Nichols’ The Bikeriders and Lana Del Rey x Quavo’s “Tough” achieve the same dichotomous thing: acknowledging the death of what America used to “mean”/represent, while also making one nostalgic for it now that it’s gone. Or at least, that’s the intent. Some, however, are immune to such feelings of nostalgia, knowing full well that America was never anything other than what it currently is: a false promised land built on a literal Native American burial ground. (Hence, all the haunting things that consistently happen on it.)

    In The Bikeriders, which was released at the beginning of summer (specifically June 21st—which, not so coincidentally, happens to also be Lana Del Rey’s birthday), the slow then gradual decline of the greatest marketing scheme ever created (read: the United States) is starting to make itself known through the “fringe,” embodied by bikers like Benny (Austin Butler) and Johnny (Tom Hardy). Only the so-called fringe has become the mainstream during the late 60s/early 70s period that The Bikeriders covers. Having increasingly come to represent the disillusioned and displaced everyman in America. Particularly as those who survived the throes of the Vietnam War were starting to come back with all manner of disenchantment when it came not only to the United States, but to the “American dream” itself. The veneer cruelly unmasked by the things they saw “over there” and could not then unsee back at home. Itself a battleground between the rich and the poor, the “normals” and the “freaks.”

    This is part of why Johnny’s biker gang, the Vandals Motorcycle Club, started to turn sour as this new “element,” freshly returned from ‘Nam, began to render the nature of the club into something dark and violent. Something that Benny’s girlfriend, Kathy (Jodie Comer), must bear the brunt of in many ways. In fact, she can easily be seen as the “Lana Del Rey figure” of the outfit, all melancholia and style.

    Of the sort that finds its way onto “Tough,” yet another ode (whether country or trap or however one wants to bill the genre) to Del Rey’s favorite subject: Americana. More specifically in this case, American resilience (also present on a song like “When The World Was At War We Kept On Dancing”). So it is that she paints the picture in the opening verse: “Tough like the scuff on a pair of old leather boots/Like the blue-collar, red-dirt attitude/Like a .38 made out of brass/Tough like the stuff in your grandpa’s glass/Life’s gonna do what it does/Sure as the good Lord’s up above/I’m cut like a diamond shinin’ in the rough/Tough.” As for the “blue-collar” mention, it’s no secret that Del Rey also likes to play up her “poverty” angle, therefore making herself a stronger representation of the American dream—i.e., pulling oneself up by their bootstraps and creating success of their own no matter what sort of background they come from.

    Were it not for the fact that The Shangri-Las’ “Out in the Streets” is the constant (and era-appropriate) refrain of the film, LDR’s “Tough” could have fit in perfectly (though only as a supplement to “Ride”) with the overarching theme and “feel” of The Bikeriders. Which is that, through all the pain and agony of what it is to live in America, Americans still have the uncanny ability to “endure”—mainly by repeating, as though it’s a Jesus Prayer—that America is the “greatest country in the world” (much as New Yorkers like to repeat the same thing about their specific shitty city). Granted, this has become a much more difficult mass delusion to uphold in the twenty-first century. A difficulty that began far sooner than the aftermath of the 2016 election, arguably all the way back in 2000, when George W. Bush actually did steal the election (as opposed to Donald Trump insisting that’s what Joe Biden did in 2020).

    As a matter of fact, in 2000, Del Rey would have been fifteen years old, turning “sweet sixteen” in time for 9/11 the following year. Bearing witness to these two indelible political events—the “election” of George W. Bush and the destruction of the World Trade Center—would have been formative to her obsession with a simultaneous elevation of Americana and continuous “hat tip” to American decay. A decay that many baby boomers would, in turn, trace back to the 1960s, when the conservatism and repression of the decade before that had to be blown to bits in order to “deprogram” from the lie of it all, as it were. Hence, Joan Didion famously quoting W. B. Yeats when she pronounced “the center will not hold” in Slouching Towards Bethlehem.

    In the American summer of 2024, the same sentiment remains. Especially as the latest fraught election plays out like yet another bad soap opera (except this one has life-altering effects on a global and individual level). Perhaps that’s why the alignment of these two palpable homages to Americana and the decay of America itself (more notably in The Bikeriders) showed up during a season of theoretical “levity.” Alas, there is no such thing anymore in the climate of the U.S. at present. For even “light” fare like Charli XCX’s Brat has to be laden with the analysis that during times of recession, people just want to party to forget their troubles. And by “troubles,” one also means the existential dread of being an American forced to keep living the lie that insists the place is a “dream.”

    The thing is, America has long been in a recession…only not the kind that anybody wanted to address until the elephant in the room (no Republican pun intended) became so big, it ended up trampling over everyone. Now no longer able to ignore it. At least not quite so easily. Which is precisely why two pop culture moments like The Bikeriders and “Tough” coincided during the same season. Because when the erstwhile “glamor” of Americana is paraded in the current era, even the suits in charge know that it’s too great an insult to the audience’s intelligence to not include some tinge of the bleak reality that belies it. In fact, such an acknowledgement is all in keeping with the old capitalism-related adage, “The capitalists will sell us the rope with which we will hang them.”

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  • Kylie Minogue Serves Her Version of Britney Spears’ “Lucky” Video With “Lights Camera Action”

    Kylie Minogue Serves Her Version of Britney Spears’ “Lucky” Video With “Lights Camera Action”

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    Proving that female pop stars only get better with age (even if Madonna already did that starting as early as 1998), Kylie Minogue is having a very productive year. It started with an underrated summer anthem called “My Oh My” featuring Tove Lo and Bebe Rexha, then continued with a feature on The Blessed Madonna’s “Edge of Saturday Night.” With her latest single of 2024, however, Minogue is officially paving the way for the release of Tension II, her follow-up to 2023’s Tension. Although an “addendum” to the latter, Tension II is sure to have enough additional bops in the vein of “Lights Camera Action” to make the record worth “buying” (tangibly or otherwise). As for the phrase itself, while Lana Del Rey might have been known to repeat it a few times in partial Spanish (“lights, camera, acción”—a phrase originally taken from a demo called “Put Me in A Movie”) during “High By the Beach,” it is Britney Spears who Minogue channels the most in terms of the video’s meta concept, directed by Sophie Muller.

    For, just as it is in Spears’ Dave Meyers-directed “Lucky” video from 2000, Minogue is merely playing a character in “Lights, Camera, Action”—though viewers are initially made to believe that she really is some kind of espionage mastermind as we see her sitting in a “Madame X” type of environment, complete with a map of the world hung up behind her. One that she approaches with her “obey everything I say” pointing stick to indicate to one of her lackeys what she plans on dominating next (by design, presumably, she aims her stick in the direction of her native Australia). So it is that we’re initially lulled into this “world of international intrigue” (complete with the black and white film used for this part of the video) led by Minogue until, at the thirty-five-second mark, she breaks character and yells, “Cut!”

    Minogue then appears flustered and dissatisfied with her performance (probably much the same way Taylor Swift does while self-directing her videos) as she demands to reshoot the scene. It’s an instant that immediately recalls the actress version of Spears in “Lucky” breaking her own character after the director shouts, “Cut!” at which time the actress allows herself to go back into diva mode by seething, “Finally! We’ve done it fifty million times.” After this audible irritation, viewers are allowed to see the behind-the-scenes of everything and everyone that goes into making a set such a believable “reality.” The same goes for “Lights Camera Action,” as the camera pans backward away from Minogue and then whips around at the forty-nine-second mark to reveal the innerworkings of the sound stage in color. By this part of the song, too, the rhythm has picked up even more (courtesy of producer Lewis Thompson), augmenting the rapid-fire intensity of the flashing lights of the various cameras, further amplified by the presence of photo umbrellas.

    “Lights Camera Action” then majorly serves “Lucky” again in terms of Minogue playing two versions of herself (as opposed to, say, Halsey trying to create an ersatz shot-for-shot remake of the video). In this case, the photographer and the photographed subject. Observer and object. In the next segment, Minogue the Actress/Object appears in a robe and curlers (somewhat reminiscent of a certain Taylor Swift look in “You Need To Calm Down”) as she sits in her director’s chair studying lines. This, too, is in keeping with the style of Spears the Actress’ busy, harried state in between takes during “Lucky.” Minogue takes it one step further by staring at herself in her vanity mirror and practicing her fake cry.

    In the next scene, Minogue, all dressed in espionage-ready black again and looking like the “sexy spy” she was playing in the first part of the video, proceeds to walk down a track as massive, industrial-grade fans blow wind behind her. The continued message? All glam is manufactured, everything is artifice. But, unlike Britney in “Lucky” (with such resigned lyrics as, “It’s time for makeup/Perfect smile/It’s you they’re all waitin’ for”), Kylie isn’t sad about that. Indeed, she seems ready to own her fame in a way that Chappell Roan would never “deign” to do. As both star and director of her own career. This much is played up again when the same Minogue we saw walking down the track is also shown behind the camera that’s set up for the tracking shot that will follow her.

    Thus, although Minogue might be referring to the dance floor as usual when she sings, “And this place is the space where I let it go” (how very “I know a place where you can get away/It’s called a dance floor”) it is the act of performing itself that she highlights in the video with these lyrics. Elsewhere adding, “And I hate to be waiting, so hold the door/I got shades on my face and I’m looking like Lagerfeld’s in Vogue.” Here, the “in Vogue” part may very well have a double meaning. For while Lagerfeld might literally be “in Vogue,” there was also a time when he was more “in vogue,” before his insufferable qualities were deemed too cancellable by modern standards (though Anna Wintour never got the memo).

    No matter to Minogue, apparently, who also makes another Madonna allusion (apart from “vogue”) by name-checking Jean-Paul Gaultier via the lyric, “I look stellar tonight/My armor is by Gaultier/It’s one hell of a ride/Make sure you know you wanna play.” In this moment, Minogue could just as easily be addressing anyone (like the aforementioned Roan) seeking fame at all. Because, if the “Lucky”-esque video is anything to go by, one has to be willing to be pushed and pulled in a million different directions—many of which prompt an inevitable difficulty with deciphering the real from the fake.

    To that end, Minogue gleefully acknowledges a kind of willful detachment from “reality” (whatever that means anymore) as she belts out in the chorus, “Here I go/Tuning in, tuning out/All I want is the noise/Turn it up, turn it loud/Till you ain’t got a choice/We’re turning sinful tonight/It’s about to go off/Tell me, can you feel it?”

    So it is that she saves one of the most fanfare-laden scenes for last—dressed in a caution tape-inspired dress (with caution tape all around her as part of the set design, naturally) while a mound of glitter falls ostensibly “from the sky” (this also being another very “Lucky” sort of image). Minogue’s pièce de résistance in terms of lending the same kind of meta cachet that Spears does to “Lucky” is finishing the video with a scene of her actress self in a “watching the dailies” type of movie theater as she appraises her performance—the one shown in the very first part of “Lights Camera Action.”

    Needless to say, she’s quite pleased with it. Probably far more than the eponymous Lucky was with her own…despite winning an Academy Award. This being, perhaps, the mark of a fundamental difference between overconfidence and insecurity when it comes to how certain celebrities deal with fame.

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  • Lana Del Rey’s Wedding Dress Was a Secondhand Stunner

    Lana Del Rey’s Wedding Dress Was a Secondhand Stunner

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    Thrifting isn’t always the first option that comes to mind for nuptials, but one look at Lana Del Rey‘s wedding dress might just convince more people to get on board with buying secondhand for their big day. The singer, who recently tied the knot with swamp tour operator Jeremy Dufrene, reportedly opted for a vintage gown from a secondhand shop to say her “I dos”—proving fairytale weddings don’t always have to come with a designer price tag.

    According to TMZ, Lana found her perfect dress at Vintage Market by Trashy Diva in New Orleans back in May 2024. The boutique, known for its curated styles from the 1920s to Y2K, became the unexpected source of Lana’s stunning boho bridal look. While the exact price remains under wraps, sources suggested to TMZ that she likely spent no more than $400—a far cry from the typical celebrity wedding budget.

    The couple exchanged vows on September 26, 2024, at Airboat Tours by Arthur in Des Allemands, Louisiana. This wasn’t just any random venue choice—it’s where Lana and Jeremy’s story began. “The wedding ceremony and reception were both held in the same bayou where Jeremy operates his swamp boats tours,” a source told People. “This is where they first met. It’s a special place for them. It was a beautiful, relaxed and family-focused wedding. The focus was just on their love story.”

    Photos of Lana’s wedding dress obtained by the Daily Mail show the “Summertime Sadness” singer in a white gown with a ruffle neckline, and her hair adorned with a light blue ribbon. Her new husband Jeremy, the alligator tour-guide-turned-groom, looked dapper in a dark suit. The wedding setup was a blend of rustic and charming elements, with white tents near the water, tables and chairs for guests, and a boat decorated with greenery and white florals.

    While Lana and Jeremy have known each other since at least 2019, their romance really kicked off earlier this year. A source close to the couple shared with People, “It’s been kind of a whirlwind romance, but Lana’s close friends hoped she would get married. Jeremy is different from the men that Lana meets in the entertainment world. He’s a great guy. He’s charming and charismatic in a Southern way, very much a gentleman and he treats Lana really well. She’s an old soul.”

    Lana’s father, Robert Grant, reportedly walked her down the aisle as she carried a bouquet of flowers. The intimate ceremony was a far cry from the glitz and glamour often associated with celebrity nuptials, instead focusing on the couple’s connection and shared history. So, the next time you’re scrolling through endless wedding inspo on Instagram, remember: sometimes, true love doesn’t need all the bells and whistles. It just needs two people, a special place…and, maybe, an alligator or two in the background for good measure.

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  • Bayou Bride: Lana Del Rey Delivers The Biggest (Yet Most On-Brand) Shock of Her Career By Getting Married to a Swamp Tour Guide

    Bayou Bride: Lana Del Rey Delivers The Biggest (Yet Most On-Brand) Shock of Her Career By Getting Married to a Swamp Tour Guide

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    If Lana Del Rey is known for anything besides her melancholic melodies, it’s dating “working-class,” salt of the earth men. Indeed, the most famous men she’s been with were more “fringe famous” than anything. This includes James-Barrie O’Neill, Francesco Carrozzini and, yes, G-Eazy (increasingly fringe famous with each passing year). It was after G-Eazy that things started getting more obscure, both in terms of musicians and everymen she dated. Take Clayton Johnson of The Johnsons, for example (who Del Rey was also engaged to for a brief period). Or Jack Donoghue of the band Salem.

    But the blueprint for the type of man she was really looking for came in the form of Tulsa-based police officer Sean Larkin, who provided plenty of muse cachet for Chemtrails Over the Country Club, Blue Banisters and Did You Know That There’s a Tunnel Under Ocean Blvd. Evan Winiker briefly cushioned the blow from that sour romance before Del Rey was ostensibly led back to Jeremy Dufrene, a swamp (de facto, alligator) tour guide who operates near New Orleans.

    Her latest pick, of course, remains more on-brand than ever, with Del Rey insisting she’s a simple, down-home country girl. In fact, holding off on releasing her supposed country-fied album, Lasso, until after she got married to a country boy can only lend more cachet to the record. Surely. As for how long Del Rey has actually known Dufrene, well, there’s an image of the two of them from March of 2019 after Del Rey took one of his tours (a phrase that sounds ripe with innuendo). She captioned the photo, “Jeremy lemme be captain at Arthur’s Air Boat Tours.” At that time in Del Rey’s career, she had released three singles from the still-unreleased Norman Fucking Rockwell: “Mariners Apartment Complex,” “Venice Bitch” and “Hope Is a Dangerous Thing for a Woman Like Me to Have – but I Have It.” Considering the themes of these songs—all three mixed with a tinge of melancholia and hope vis-à-vis relationships—it seems retroactively ironic that Del Rey would meet the man she was going to marry that year.

    However, instead of starting a relationship with him then, Del Rey ended up with Sean Larkin by September of ’19—perhaps a benefit to fans who would get the subsequent albums that were so clearly inspired by him. Not to mention the A+ for Petty moment when Del Rey chose to only put up one billboard for Did You Know That There’s a Tunnel Under Ocean Blvd in Larkin’s town.

    This particular moment also brought up something unique to Del Rey’s Notting Hill-esque dating selection. And that is: usually, the pressure of being famous and dating/getting married to a “civilian” is something that goes “easier” (like most things) for men. More specifically, famous men who want to date “normal” women. Take, for example, fellow Ocean’s Eleven cast members George Clooney (married to Amal Alamuddin, now Clooney) and Matt Damon (married to Luciana Barroso). No one is half as interested in doing an informational deep dive into these women/their past as they are in assessing who someone like Dufrene “is” because he’s now married to one of the biggest female pop stars in the world (even if she’s always billed as part of the “alternative” genre).

    The same went for Britney Spears when she married the civilian that was (and remains) Kevin Federline (despite his likely insistence that he was “famous” in his own right for being a backup dancer) in 2004. Indeed, there are certain parallels to Spears and Del Rey here, not just because Spears herself is from Louisiana, which Del Rey will now likely make her honorary home, but because both men seemed to come out of nowhere and the “courtship” was very short before a wedding ensued. But as Del Rey herself says on “Margaret,” “When you know, you know.”

    In Del Rey’s case, however, there appears to be no gold digging involved, with one “source” telling the Daily Mail, “Her friends and team did some digging on him over fears he could be using her, but his business is lucrative and he doesn’t need or want Lana’s money. They can see he treats her right and he’s very, very low maintenance. He gives her what she is seeking in a man and is romantic.” And also much older—fifty-six (born in one of the decades often referred to in her songs) to Del Rey’s thirty-nine. Though, obviously, it’s no secret that LDR has a fetish for older men, proudly announcing it on 2012’s “Cola” when she sang, “I gots a taste for men who are older.” And yes, a large portion of her visuals have been centered on paying tribute to “Daddy” figures (see: “Ride”). To the point of age, it’s additionally worth nothing that Del Rey also sings on the aforementioned “Margaret,” “When you’re old, you’re old/Like Hollywood and me.” Calling herself out as “old” in this instance leads one to believe that perhaps her own age/“ticking clock” was a factor in this seemingly “impromptu” life decision.

    Either way, Del Rey seemed to be fulfilling her long-standing bridal dreams (having often posed as a bride for various magazine photoshoots, as recently as this year for Interview). Not just in the dress she wore and the type of man she walked down the “aisle” (or rather, grass) with, but in terms of having the wedding next to a swamp (location is everything), therefore embodying the “everywoman” spirit she’s been veering toward in her work ever since the year she first met Dufrene. Her manifestation of this wish on 2021’s “Let Me Love You Like A Woman” came in the form of: “I come from a small town, how ‘bout you?/I only mention it ‘cause I’m ready to leave L.A./And I want you to come/Eighty miles north or south will do/I don’t care where, as long as you’re with me/And I’m with you, and you let me/Let me love you like a woman.”

    While Louisiana might be a lot farther than eighty miles (and to the east) from L.A., Del Rey has been hinting at a retreat from Hollywood life for a long time now. Right down to her frequent random-ass visits to places like Alabama, where she went viral for “waitressing” at a Waffle House in 2023. Or telling the audience at the 2024 Ivor Novello Awards, “I decided not to do a stadium tour this year because I wanna go to McCreary County in Kentucky, I wanna go meet the people, I wanna say hi and have breakfast with them, it’s not always about just going north and going to every island straightforward and picking up money in stadiums.”

    Del Rey has apparently held fast to those desires, swapping out McCreary County in Kentucky for Lafourche and St. Charles parishes in Louisiana. Trading in her erstwhile “persona” for that of bayou bride. Though that doesn’t mean this new phase of Del Rey’s life won’t still invoke plenty of inspiration. Just please, no songs about swamps or bayous. That should remain strictly Creedence Clearwater Revival territory.

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  • Rae Gives Del Rey: The “Diet Pepsi” Video

    Rae Gives Del Rey: The “Diet Pepsi” Video

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    Although Addison Rae might be Charli XCX’s number one fan (though it sometimes seems like the other way around), it is Lana Del Rey who she most closely mirrors on her latest single, “Diet Pepsi.” If the title alone wasn’t a dead giveaway of that similarity (echoing Del Rey’s 2012 track, “Cola”), then the music video itself is sure to emphasize the LDR influence on the song. Not just lyrically, but also aesthetically.

    Directed by Sean Price Williams (who also recently directed Sabrina Carpenter’s “Please Please Please”), the video follows Rae in the front seat (and sometimes the back seat) of her boyfriend’s car. Played by Drew Van Acker, who Rae said reminded her of Tyler Durden a.k.a. Brad Pitt from Fight Club when she first saw a picture of him, his James Dean thing is definitely what one could call “Del Rey-approved” (she, too, secured her own version of Dean via Bradley Soileau in the “Born to Die” and “Blue Jeans” videos). Along with the entire “riding in Daddy’s car” visual that “happens to be” très “Shades of Cool.” Because, while Charli XCX might be known for constantly offering up songs about wheels of some sort (hear: “Vroom Vroom,” “Dreamer,” “White Mercedes,” “Crash,” “Speed Drive,” etc.), it is Del Rey who imbues them with a “quintessential American” meaning (which, alas, XCX is incapable of due to her Britishness). Emphasizing that the car is the thing in the U.S. The place where everything happens, including, of course, a budding romance-turned-carnal sex act. Particularly during the fifties and sixties era that Rae gravitates toward in this video (and that Del Rey gravitates toward all the time).

    The black-and-white “time capsule” (especially for someone so “TikTok-oriented”) is further lent its mid-twentieth century Americana feel by commencing with Rae opening a tape case and slipping it into the car’s tape deck as an I Love Lucy-adjacent font appears onscreen to tell us the song’s name: “Diet Pepsi.” Which is fitting since Rae can, in this scenario, be called the “diet” version of Del Rey in that she’s Gen Z to her millennial, therefore far more diluted in artistic value and originality. And while Del Rey iconically opened “Cola” with the declaration, “My pussy tastes like Pepsi cola,” Rae chooses to mention Diet Pepsi in the second verse with, “Sitting on his lap, sippin’ Diet Pepsi.” And yes, like Del Rey, she also mentions this cola just once despite naming a song after it.

    In the intro verse, Rae also immediately sets the Del Reyian stage via the lines, “My boy’s a winner, he loves the game/My lips reflect off his cross gold chain/I like the way he’s telling me/My ass looks good in these ripped blue jeans/My cheeks are red like cherries in the spring/Body’s a work of art you’d die to see.” Del Rey, in fact, uses one of those exact terms on “Black Beauty”: “I keep my lips red/To seem like cherries in the spring.”

    As for the visual nods to fifties and sixties-era car culture, wherein many teenagers (read: teenage girls…since boys never have to bear the same “stain” after having sex) would lose their “innocence”—this includes the common term of “necking” in the back seat—it’s also present in Rae’s chorus, “When we drive in your car, I’m your baby (so sweet)/Losing all my innocence in the back seat/Say you love, say you love, say you love me.” Of course, the girl in question would likely only do these “dirty” acts in the back seat in the hope that the object of her desire would say just that: “I love you.” As for Rae’s illicit tryst with the boy she speaks of in the song (a boy who, if the casting choice is anything to go by, is much older [also Del Rey-approved]), it’s additionally highlighted in the lyrics, “Break all the rules ’til we get caught/Fog up the windows in the parking lot/Summer love (ah, ah), sexy.”

    With regard to describing, euphemistically, “losing all [her] innocence in the back seat,” not only does it channel Del Rey on “Gods and Monsters” repeating, “It’s innocence lost, innocence lost” (herself riffing on John Milton, who famously declared in Paradise Lost, “Innocence, once lost, can never be regained”), it also harkens back to the Sandy Olsson (Olivia Newton-John) and Danny Zuko (John Travolta) dynamic in Grease. While Zuko is the proverbial leather jacket-wearing bad boy with a convertible, Sandy is the virginal girl he tries to “defile” in it while the two are at the drive-in movie theater (the car, again, being like a “bedroom on wheels,” particularly for teenagers back then). Unlike Rae, however, Sandy isn’t amenable to losing her innocence in the front or back seat, berating Danny when he keeps trying to “do sex” with her, “You think I’m gonna stay here with you in this sin wagon?” before running off and leaving Danny “stranded at the drive-in” (even though he’s the one with the wheels to leave).

    Rae, on the other hand, wants nothing more than to stay in Van Acker’s “sin wagon” all night. Only getting out, at one point, to showcase some scenes of herself in a bikini as an American flag materializes to drape over herself—again, Lana Del Rey-style. In fact, it was Barrie-James O’Neill, Del Rey’s ex-boyfriend, who succinctly stated, “You American girls walk around as if your pussies tasted like Pepsi-Cola [yes, he inspired the lyric], as if you’d wrap yourself into an American flag to sleep.” Del Rey speaks of “sleeping” in something entirely different on “Fucked My Way to the Top,” commanding, “Lay me down tonight in my diamonds and pearls.” The motif of diamonds is often present in her lyrics; case in point, “National Anthem,” during which she speaks in the same kind of baby voice as Rae on “Diet Pepsi” by cooing such “isms” as, “Um, do you think you’ll buy me lots of diamonds?” and “Everybody knows it, it’s a fact/Kiss, Kiss.”

    Rae also gives the “Daddy’s girl” aura Del Rey perfected in the “Ride” video by describing, “Sitting on his lap, sippin’ Diet Pepsi/I write my name with lipstick on your chest/I leave a mark so you know I’m the best.” Here, too, one can’t help but think of Del Rey assuring, “Baby, you the best” on “Summertime Sadness.”

    What’s more, in the spirit of Del Rey, the imagery that Rae wields throughout the limited location video is a postmodern parade, from the image of a hand wiping steam away from the window (Titanic-style) to Rae going wide-eyed over a banana split (innuendo indeed)—while doing the splits, naturally. To boot, no nod to Del Rey, ergo Americana, would be complete without draping the aforementioned American flag over herself at some point. Or, for that matter, finding herself in a convenience store (another favorite milieu of Del Rey’s in both song and photoshoot output) where she pulls a Diet Pepsi out of the refrigerator section and sips on it—which, obviously, leads everything to turn into color (sort of like how it did for Betty Parker [Joan Allen] in Pleasantville when she had her first orgasm).

    During one of these final color moments, Rae is also shown biting on a pearl necklace “Lana-style,” which, in reality, is Marilyn Monroe-style—with one of her most famous photoshoots by Bert Stern finding her posed on the beach with pearls all around her and, in one photo, biting the necklace.

    But Williams doesn’t cite Monroe or Del Rey as influences on his aesthetic choices. However, his eye was key to assembling the necessary “collage of homages” that gives “Diet Pepsi” its Del Rey feel (particularly “Shades of Cool” and “Music To Watch Boys To” [namely, when Rae dons headphones…even if the earpieces aren’t crafted in the shape of flowers]). But at the base of that is what Williams characterizes as: “Visually, Russ Meyer, plus the driving sequence in Fellini’s Toby Dammit, plus Bruce Conner’s Breakaway equals ‘Diet Pepsi.’” And, of course, like any adept payer of respect to postmodernism, Rae also weighed in on one of the most important sartorial decisions: wearing a cone bra. For, as she herself mentioned, “I love Madonna so it only felt right to include a cone bra in the video.”

    However, while Madonna’s influence always ends up creeping into every subsequent “pop girlie’s” music and videos, it is Del Rey that outshines all other influences on “Diet Pepsi.” Which works out since the world is apparently in need of a new “sultry soda song” after Del Rey has said she will no longer perform “Cola” after the whole Harvey Weinstein thing

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  • Sabrina Carpenter’s Short n’ Sweet Packs Some of Her Biggest n’ Bitterest Songs

    Sabrina Carpenter’s Short n’ Sweet Packs Some of Her Biggest n’ Bitterest Songs

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    Apart from Charli XCX and Chappell Roan, 2024 in music (much to Taylor Swift’s dismay) has belonged to Sabrina Carpenter. When “Espresso” first came out in April of 2024 (exactly one month before Carpenter’s twenty-fifth birthday), it didn’t take long for it to become a hit worthy of being deemed “song of the summer.” For yes, its pervasiveness only ramped up as the beginning of June rolled around and the single continued to take on a life of its own. The video’s summery aesthetic and color palette also contributed to its association with Lana Del Rey’s polar opposite emotion, summertime gladness. Frothy and catchy, “Espresso” was toppled from the number one spot only by Carpenter’s own subsequent single, “Please Please Please.”

    With both of these songs giving listeners a taste of the sound to come on Carpenter’s sixth—that’s right, sixth—album, it was apparent she was going in a different sonic direction from the one on 2022’s Emails I Can’t Send. At the same time, it was also clear she was maintaining the same penchant for tongue-in-cheek lyricism. Of the variety that’s only been honed during the past two years since she became an “overnight” success. And it all starts with “Taste,” a “Perfume”-by-Britney Spears-reminiscent number in that it warns another woman that Carpenter has marked her (now ex-) man, whether he knows it or not, with her own indelible scent—or rather, “taste.” As Carpenter phrases it in the chorus, “I heard you’re back together and if that’s true/You’ll just have to taste me when he’s kissin’ you/If you want forever, I bet you do/Just know you’ll taste me too.” Whether Carpenter is referring to how his lips taste of hers or the ones she has “downstairs” depends on the listener’s level of raunch.

    Some have speculated the song could be directed at Shawn Mendes and Camila Cabello, but there’s also a tinge of “homage” to her love triangle drama with Olivia Rodrigo and Joshua Bassett during the bridge when she shrugs, “Every time you close your eyes/And feel his lips, you’re feelin’ mine/And every time you breathe his air/Just know I was already there/You can have him if you like/I’ve been there, done that once or twice/And singin’ ’bout it don’t mean I care/Yeah, I know I’ve been known to share.” Though, as a Taurus, probably not when it comes to food (and yes, “Taste” is arguably the most Taurus title for a song she could have come up with).

    Many of the lyrics also channel Rodrigo on Sour’s “deja vu,” albeit with a tone of more self-assured confidence. Like when Carpenter brags, “Hе’s funny, now all his jokes hit different/Guеss who he learned that from?” Trying out all the “tricks” he learned from Carpenter on this new girl, it smacks of Rodrigo accusing her own ex, “So when you gonna tell her/That we did that, too?/She thinks it’s special/But it’s all reused/That was our place, I found it first/I made the jokes you tell to her when she’s with you.”

    The tone shifts on “Please Please Please,” which offers a more country-infused sound (or “Dolly-coded” as people like to say) produced by Jack Antonoff—yes, Carpenter has officially joined that cult. And it works for her, clearly…what with “Please Please Please” marking her first number one on the Billboard Hot 100 chart. The song’s muse, as it were, also appears in the video directed by Bardia Zeinali. That’s right, Carpenter plays the reluctant Bonnie to Barry Keoghan’s Clyde. And after begging him, “Don’t embarrass me, motherfucker,” it seems that breakup rumors are swirling just in time for the release of Short n’ Sweet. But even if the rumors are true, the songs on the album make it evident that Carpenter is no stranger to disappointment in romance, no matter how brief.

    Indeed, like Matty Healy inspiring most of Swift’s The Tortured Poets Department, Carpenter admits that it was some of her briefest relationships that left her feeling the most bereft once they were over. As she told Zane Lowe, “I thought about some of these relationships, how some of them were the shortest I’ve ever had and they affected me the most.” The same goes for Lana Del Rey with a bloke like Sean Larkin, who inspired many songs in the aftermath of their mere six-month relationship. But to discount the intensity of one’s feelings just because a period of time together is short (and hopefully sweet) is to promote the suppression of emotions that our capitalistic society thrives on. One in which people are encouraged to constantly move on to the “next” thing (or person) rather than dwelling too long in one place, so to speak.

    As for the place Carpenter dwelled while writing Short n’ Sweet, it would appear that the album cover ripping off a French photoshoot for Cosmopolitan France (starring model Tiffany Collier) might have been inspired by Carpenter hanging out in France for a couple of weeks while immersed in penning the record. Thus, perhaps Carpenter was feeling too French not to borrow her album artwork from une photo française—after all, she wrote many of the songs while on vacation in a small town called Chailland. Oui, oui, très inspirant.

    Once again giving her best impression of Ariana Grande (as she did for “Nonsense”) on “Good Graces” (particularly during the opening when she makes random noises), Carpenter warns the ephemeral object of her affection that she can switch up her mood real quick if he starts acting a fool, alchemizing her love into hate. This much is confirmed when she chirpily sings during the chorus, “Boy, it’s not that complicated/You should stay in my good graces/Or I’ll switch it up like that so fast/‘Cause no one’s more amazin’ (amazin’)/At turnin’ lovin’ into hatred.” To sum it up, like Ari, she can switch positions, too—only we’re talking about the emotional kind.

    Carpenter’s brand of innuendo is also on full display here, especially when she delivers the double entendre, “I’ll tell the world you finish your chores prematurely/Break my heart and I swear I’m movin’ on.” It’s that easy for someone who knows her worth, which is why it’s additionally easy to turn ice-cold in response to not getting what she wants out of a romantic interest, singing “I won’t give a fuck about you” in a manner similar to Reneé Rapp’s intonation when she flexes, “It’s not my fault you’re like in love with me” on “Not My Fault.”

    Having only just warmed up on the innuendo/double entendre front, Carpenter’s next offering is “Sharpest Tool.” And while the title might give the impression that Carpenter is going to be in impish “fast mode,” the song is actually a slowed-down melody (furnished, again, by Antonoff) that finds her reflecting on the fleeting relationship she had with a guy who wasn’t sharp enough (“not the sharpest tool in the shed,” if you will) to understand how much he hurt her—though maybe his other “tool” was sharp enough to keep her wanting more.

    So it is that Carpenter laments, “Guess I’ll waste another year on wonderin’ if/If that was casual [very Chappell Roan of her], then I’m an idiot/I’m lookin’ for an answer in between the lines.” Alas, more often than not, there are no answers when it comes to the whims of male emotions (or lack thereof). The casual cruelty of the person Carpenter describes is summed up in the lines, “We had sex, I met your best friends/Then a bird flies by and you forget.” Being easily distracted is, of course, a signature trait of dumbness (apologies to the ADHD crowd). Worse still, the erstwhile object of her affection was able to so effortlessly flip the switch on his “goodwill” toward her, with Carpenter recounting, “Seems like overnight, I’m just the bitch you hate now/We never talk it through/How you guilt-tripped me to open up to you/Then you logged out, leavin’ me dumbfounded.” Due to the nature of the lyrics, listeners have posited that Joshua Bassett seems to be the most likely inspiration. Or maybe, as the next track is called, it’s pure “Coincidence.”

    Exploring an inverse dynamic to the one in “Taste,” the guitar-laden, country-ified “Coincidence,” produced by John Ryan and Ian Kirkpatrick, is Carpenter’s “told you so” vindication about an ex who did her wrong with his own ex (again, it smacks of referring to Shawn Mendes and Camila Cabello). In this regard, “Coincidence” shares some lyrical DNA with Mýa’s 2000 hit, “Case of the Ex,” during which she paints the picture, “It’s after midnight and she’s on your phone/Saying, ‘Come over,’ ‘cause she’s all alone/I could tell it was your ex by your tone/Why is she callin’ now after so long?/Now what is it that she wants?/Tell me, what is it that she needs?,” adding in the chorus, “Whatcha gon’ do when you can’t say no?/When the feelings start to show, boy, I really need to know and/How you gonna act?/How you gonna handle that?/Whatcha gon’ do when she wants you back?”

    Carpenter fears the same from the ex in question on “Coincidence,” annoyed by the “sixth sense” that ex has for infiltrating his life when she can sense he might have a new girlfriend. Hence, Carpenter giving us the snapshot, “Last week, you didn’t have any doubts/This week, you’re holding space for her tongue in your mouth/Now shе’s sendin’ you some pictures wеarin’ less and less/Tryna turn the past into the present tense, huh/Suckin’ up to all of your mutual friends.” Saving the coup de grâce for the bridge, Carpenter then wields her gift for sarcasm by saying, “What a surprise, your phone just died/Your car drove itself from L.A. to her thighs/Palm Springs looks nice, but who’s by your side?/Damn it, she looks kinda like the girl you outgrew/Least that’s what you said.” But, by now, Carpenter herself has outgrown this dude’s antics, moving on with the eye-rolling assessment, “What a coincidence/Oh, wow, you just broke up again” (while echoing the tone of Selena Gomez on 2017’s “Bad Liar”).

    The mid-tempo “Bed Chem” switches musical genre gears again, embodying a more funkified, R&B vibe as Carpenter dissects the definition of “good bed chem” (hint: it has little to do with a guy’s personality). Undoubtedly spurred by her dalliance with Keoghan, one line in particular stands out for alluding to his “size”—which everyone became privy to at the end of Saltburn. In reference to that, Carpenter sings, “And now the next thing I know, I’m like/Manifest that you’re oversized/I digress, got me scrollin’ like/Out of breath, got me goin’ like/Who’s the cute boy with the white jacket and the thick accent?” A white jacket being what Keoghan was wearing when the two first encountered at the Givenchy show during Paris Fashion Week. And, speaking of Givenchy, this track is also awash in the tone of the brand’s former spokesperson, Ariana Grande, known for her own sex-positive lyrical content as well (e.g., “everyday,” “side to side,” “positions” and “34+35”).  

    Carpenter, however, might just have managed to one-up even the most sexual of Grande’s lyrics with the verse, “Come right on me, I mean camaraderie/Said you’re not in my time zone, but you wanna be/Where art thou?/Why not uponeth me?/See it in my mind, let’s fu…fill the prophecy.” Like Dua Lipa on “Good In Bed” from Future Nostalgia, Carpenter makes it her mission to establish what creates unforgettable bed chemistry. Usually, it relates to being disconnected in every other way but the physical. Or, as Lipa phrases it, “I know it’s really bad, bad, bad, bad, bad/Messing with my head, head, head, head, head/We drive each other mad, mad, mad, mad, mad/But baby, that’s what makes us good in bed/Please, come take it out on me, me, me, me, me.” Or, even more directly, “Yeah, we don’t know how to talk/But damn, we know how to fuck.”

    As for the song that brings us to the second half of the album, “Espresso,” there’s little that can be said about it that hasn’t been already—not least of which is the expansive commentary on the polarizing neologism, “That’s that me espresso.” A phrase that some might find both “Dumb & Poetic,” as track eight on Short n’ Sweet is called. In fact, the title of the album has proven to be quite on-brand, with six of the twelve songs clocking in at under three minutes. And “Dumb & Poetic” happens to be the shortest of all at two minutes and thirteen seconds. But Carpenter says all she needs to in that time (occasionally channeling Chappell Roan’s “Coffee”), including, “Gold star for highbrow manipulation/And ‘love everyone’ is your favorite quotation/Try to come off like you’re soft and well-spoken/Jack off to lyrics by Leonard Cohen.” Though no one wants to hear the comparison right now, there is a faint tinge of Katy Perry’s “Ur So Gay” (minus the country twang) in the skewering tone designed to eviscerate this “man’s” false sense of masculinity. Which Carpenter knocks down completely with the final verse, “Don’t think you understand/Just ’cause you act like one doesn’t make you a man/Don’t think you understand/Just ’cause you leave like one doesn’t make you a man.”

    The musical tone switches up once more on “Slim Pickins,” another track noticeably produced by Antonoff, who Carpenter seems to keep on retainer for her most country-sounding fare (which bodes well for Lana Del Rey’s forthcoming Lasso). With its soft guitar background, Carpenter gives another great Dolly impression as she commences her tale of woe with resigned pluckiness: “Guess I’ll end this life alone I am not dramatic/These are just the thoughts that pass right through me/All the douchebags in my phone/Play ‘em like a slot machine/If they’re winnin’, I’m just losin’.” Once more alluding to the importance of a man’s size, Carpenter delivers another double entendre when she bemoans, “God knows that he isn’t livin’ large,” further adding, “A boy who’s nice, that breathes/I swear he’s nowhere to be seen.”

    As for the chorus, it’s among the most memorable on Short n’ Sweet, with Carpenter declaring, “It’s slim pickings/If I can’t have the one I love/I guess it’s you that I’ll be kissin’/Just to get my fixings/Since the good ones are deceased or taken/I’ll just keep on moanin’ and bitchin’.” Carpenter even offers up something for the grammar nazis (which is ironic considering her “Espresso” lyrics) by shading, “This boy doesn’t even know/The difference between ‘there,’ ‘their’ and ‘they are’/Yet he’s naked in my room.”

    She then goes ultra-country (we’re talking “make Miley jealous” level) for her finale verse, during which she assesses, “Since the good ones call their exes wasted/And since the Lord forgot my gay awakenin’ [surely, another nod to Chappell]/Then I’ll just be here in the kitchen/Servin’ up some moanin’ and bitchin’”—as most single white ladies are prone to do.

    As are they also prone to having a soft spot for Diablo Cody movies like Juno, which just so happens to be the title of the next song. And, in case there was any doubt as to whether it was about that specific movie, Carpenter sings, “If you love me right, then who knows?/I might let you make me Juno/You know I just might/Let you lock me down tonight.” Of course, Juno’s name was in honor of the goddess (called Hera in Greek) of women, marriage and childbirth, so it still holds that dual reference as well. Hardly the first “pop girlie” (that odious term) to use film as a song’s inspiration (Charli XCX and Lana Del Rey both have plenty of those), Carpenter does Cody proud when she also pronounces, “Hold me and explore me/I’m so fuckin’ horny.” After all, it’s Carpenter herself who said, “Those real moments where I’m just a twenty-five-year-old girl who’s super horny are as real as when I’m going through a heartbreak and I’m miserable.”

    Elsewhere, she serves Britney Spears’ “Perfume” yet again by urging her object of desire, “Mark your territory.” On “Perfume,” Spears is the one to assure, “I’m gonna mark my territory.” As any girl would when there’s a “whole package” involved—another dick innuendo Carpenter makes when she effuses, “Whole package, babe, I like the way you fit/God bless your dad’s genetics, mm, uh.” The Ariana Grande connection is also renewed when Carpenter teases, “You know I just might/Let you lock me down tonight/One of me is cute, but two though?/Give it to me, baby.” For it channels Grande on “34+35” when she gets to the point with, “You might think I’m crazy/The way I’ve been cravin’/If I put it quite plainly/Just gimme them babies.”

    Unfortunately, Carpenter has to endure the same path as Juno MacGuff in terms of being left heartbroken by the one she loves, as poetically explored on “Lie To Girls” (another Antonoff track). Capable of being as hard on herself as the boys who disappoint her, Carpenter opens with a verse featuring the lines, “I’ve never seen an ugly truth that I can’t bend/To something that looks better/I’m stupid, but I’m clever/Yeah, I can make a shitshow look a whole lot like forever and ever.” As can most women, when they want to. After all, love is blinding, in addition to blind. So it is that Carpenter crafts one of her most indelible choruses yet: “You don’t have to lie to girls/If they like you, they’ll just lie to themselves/Like you, they’ll just lie to themselves/You don’t have to lie to girls/If they like you, they’ll just lie to themselves/Don’t I know it better than anyone else?” And yes, this is Carpenter at her most Gracie Abrams-sounding (after all, there’s a reason Swift chose both women as her openers on The Eras Tour).

    None of this bodes well for Keoghan, but hey, who’s to say the two won’t get back together again, Bennifer-style (though we’ve all seen how that works out)? As for the arrival of whenever their “final” breakup might be, Carpenter is ready with an “anti-needlepoint” platitude, showcased in all its glory on the dreamy, 60s-inspired “Don’t Smile.” And it’s a one-eighty of a finale in terms of how Carpenter kicked off the record with the overly confident “Taste,” during which she promises her ex’s new “piece” that she’ll always be on his mind (and body)—the benchmark/gold standard for every girl that follows. On “Don’t Smile,” however, Carpenter doesn’t sound quite so self-assured as she chooses to challenge the cliché, “Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.” Carpenter instead posits, “Don’t smile because it happened, baby/Cry because it’s over.” The former version of it is in keeping with that other false consolation, “It’s better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all.” Something Ariana Grande repurposed for “thank u, next” by singing, “Say I’ve loved and I’ve lost/But that’s not what I see/So, look what I got/Look what you taught me.”

    Carpenter is much less “kumbaya” about the demise of love, admitting, “I want you to miss me, I want you to miss me/Oh, you’re supposed to think about me/Every time you hold her.” This, too, is another Olivia Rodrigo-esque moment, particularly when she tells her ex on “happier,” “I hope you’re happy/But not like how you were with me/I’m selfish, I know, I can’t let you go/So find someone great, but don’t find no one better.”

    The chill vibes of the song (both musically and tonally) belie the urgency of Carpenter’s need for her ex to continue pining away for her long after “the end.” Because, lest anyone forget, Carpenter already admitted on “Please Please Please” that ego plays a big part in the reason why women get so upset over breakups. So it is that she elucidates some of her coping mechanisms via the verse, “Pour my feelings in the microphone [more hyper-specific references to being a singer]/I stay in, and when the girls come home/I want one of them to take my phone/Take my phone and lose your number/I don’t wanna be tempted/Pick up when you wanna fall back in.” This, too, being a sexual double entendre for falling back in…to her vag.

    But Carpenter appears to have the last laugh if one goes by the bonus track edition of the album, which concludes with “Needless To Say,” a shade-throwing ditty that finds Carpenter coming on strong with her “subtle” takedowns. For example, “How’s the weather in your mother’s basement?” Always ready with a barbing quip, Carpenter wields some of her biggest n’ bitterest moments on Short n’ Sweet, for an effect that proves her pop prowess is hardly a flash in the pan. And perhaps that stems mostly from refusing to let others tell her what to do in the studio, with Carpenter informing The Guardian, “I’m very lucky that I don’t have people around me telling me what to do—I’m also a Taurus, so if they did, I’d probably get a little stubborn.”

    When then asked, “Is she a tyrant in the studio?,” Carpenter ripostes, “I’m a tyrant in life.” Indeed, many a dictator/political mastermind has been a Taurus. Luckily for music enthusiasts, Carpenter is nothing but a love dictator…who loves dick (to conclude in the spirit of a Carpenter outro).

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  • Charli XCX Doing A Skims Ad Campaign Is More Crash Than Brat

    Charli XCX Doing A Skims Ad Campaign Is More Crash Than Brat

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    During one of her many interviews about Brat, Charli XCX mentioned being committed to whatever “character”/“persona” she’s trying on for her album of the moment. (Though it bears mentioning that no one could ever be as committed as Marina and the Diamonds playing Electra Heart for the album of the same name back in 2012.) Admitting that, to her, this aspect of it is more interesting that the music itself. But it seems that, in capitulating to becoming a “Skims model” (a term that somehow feels and sounds derisive probably because it inherently is), she’s having a bit of whiplash in terms of recalling just who, exactly, she’s supposed to be embodying for the (brat) summer of 2024, instead reverting more freely to her Crash persona from 2022. The one that “took every advertising deal” (including, most glaringly, the one with Samsung) without the slightest bit of shame or hesitation because, hey, this was her “sellout” era. Whoring herself out for [insert company name here] and gleefully taking the money in return was, accordingly, completely “on-brand.”

    Kim Kardashian, needless to say, has been in the “whoring herself out” era ever since the days of sticking her head up Paris Hilton’s asshole and keeping it in there until she could come out with a slightly more famous face than before. Funnily enough, Kardashian herself does exemplify a brat in the more conventional sense of the word (along with the children she’s “raising”). That is, minus the part where she’s not a little girl anymore—though it’s no secret that most millennial women, particularly those in the limelight, still can’t help but act that way (see also: Paris Hilton and Lana Del Rey). And yes, what was brattier than Kim screaming, “My diamond earring!” after losing a stud reportedly worth seventy-five thousand dollars while swimming in Bora Bora circa 2011? Her melodramatic delivery and traditional brat reaction was, thus, the polar opposite of being “very demure, very mindful.”

    As is XCX choosing to pose for Skims’ cotton “underthings.” Regardless of trying to make it more “Brat coded” by having Petra Collins do the photoshoot and “tongue-in-cheekly” captioning it “#ad” (in keeping with the dry, straightforward labeling of things in the Brat world). A caption that essentially “Brat-ifies” Crash behavior. In any case, maybe some part of Kardashian (aside from the part that jumps on every bandwagon to capitalize as much as possible for both more money and clout) tapped XCX for the campaign because she saw a “kindred” in the literal meaning of “brat” as opposed to XCX’s modern twist on the concept, which essentially means being messy (e.g., wearing the same makeup for days at a time), not trying too hard and being, in effect, too cool to care.

    Thus, posing for a Skims ad, however “no frills,” feels very much the opposite of Brat. As though XCX can’t help but return, ever so slightly, to the girl she was on Crash. The unapologetic sellout that could collect the cash without judgment because that’s simply the name of the game when you’re an Ultra-Famous Pop Star. Such an unapologetic sellout could also effortlessly get into bed with Kim Kardashian and her odious Skims brand without thinking twice about it. In point of fact, Crash’s last song (on the standard edition) is called “Twice,” a track featuring the lyrics, “Don’t, don’t, don’t think twice/Don’t think about it.” Although she might have been referring to the end of the world/mortality (it was sort of like her more upbeat version of Billie Eilish’s “Everybody Dies”), in this instance, it can easily apply to the idea of not thinking twice about becoming one of Kardashian’s growing list of shills. Much to Taylor Swift’s increasing dismay, as she seems to be losing all the “cool” girls to the former Mrs. West and her flesh-toned shapewear. Even her own “good friend,” Lana Del Rey, who also blithely donned the coquette look in time for Skims’ Valentine’s Day 2024 ad campaign. Resultantly, there were rumors of a fallout between Swift and Del Rey after the latter showed up to the Met Gala with a cinched-waist-to-the-max Kardashian.

    As for Charli XCX, despite knowing she “couldn’t even be her if she tried” (a lyric from Brat’s “Sympathy is a knife,” which features some heavy allusions to Swift), the Crash album was her biggest attempt at being “that pop star bitch.” You know, the kind with Swiftian-level juggernaut powers. While, at the same time, also being her biggest troll of the music industry. The entire concept, after all, was centered on the “Faustian pact” nature of becoming a star (Maxxxine also comes to mind on that front). And, if anyone knows all about such Faustian pacts, it’s surely Kim Kardashian. So perhaps this “deal with the devil” connection also played a role in XCX’s “attraction” to the “girl with no talent.”

    Or maybe XCX simply wanted to look “hot in it” (to quote one of her songs), donning a see-through white cotton bra that miraculously shows no sign of any nipples (let alone hard ones) and matching white cotton boxers while flashing what has become her signature “dead-eyed” look. Though one has to wonder if that expression is “ironic” anymore, so much as a sign that she played the part of Crash corporate sellout for so long that it’s now bled into the Brat era. XCX even had the audacity to declare, “SKIMS empowers people to feel confident in their own skin, which is the essence of Brat. I am excited to be working with a brand that understands that comfort and style don’t need to be compromised.” Aside from Charli sounding like a marketing robot/recently converted cult member, it has to be said that what obviously does need to be compromised, at this juncture, in order to be “brat” is artistic integrity.

    After Crash came out, XCX declared, “I needed to switch after Crash—I wasn’t born to do radio liners. That’s not who I am at all.” But if Brat is (or was) meant to be something of its polar opposite/a return to her “fringe club days,” an ad with Skims certainly doesn’t align with that narrative. But, then again, perhaps the corporate-ification of Brat (complete with Kamala Harris joining in on the meme trend for her presidential campaign) is causing a rightfully schizophrenic reaction on Charli’s part.

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  • It Ends With Us Needs To End Already

    It Ends With Us Needs To End Already

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    Let’s start with something about me: I hate Colleen Hoover books. I despise how TikTok convinced the world that her writing was revolutionary, her plot lines intricate, her style original. It’s a step above airport romance novels in my opinion…so when one of her hit novels, It Ends With Us, was adapted to a movie starring Blake Lively and Justin Baldoni, I was disappointed but not surprised.


    And to make matters worse, I was constantly reminded of this fact because it was filmed on my street in Hoboken, New Jersey…but enough about me.
    It Ends With Us finally hit theaters on August 9, and the press tour has been nothing short of catastrophic.

    We have the internet up in flames ready to burn Blake Lively at the stake for a multitude of reasons (including, but definitely not limited to) her fashion sense, her “pick me” attitude, or her dismissive commentary on domestic abuse, which is a main focus of the film itself. Not only that, but there’s clear tension between Justin Baldoni and the rest of the cast, who stumble over cute press questions like “What was it like working together?”

    It’s all very reminiscent of Olivia Wilde’s
    Don’t Worry, Darling, which starred Florence Pugh and Harry Styles, and was riddled with obvious cast member drama from the beginning…yet, it’s less hilarious and more annoying. But let’s break down the It Ends With Us press tour drama before you get even more confused.

    What’s Going On With The It Ends With Us Cast?

    Let’s put it into perspective. Things have gotten so bad that director and actor, Justin Baldoni, has hired the same PR crisis manager (Melissa Nathan) that both Johnny Depp and Logan Paul have used. As the press tour surged on, fans began to notice Baldoni was absent from group press events as reports swirled about disputes between himself and Lively during post-production.

    If you see Blake Lively and Justin Baldoni on the same couch together during this press junket, then consider yourself lucky. They’ve split up their press tour with respective outlets: Baldoni gets
    Access Hollywood, Today, ET!, and GMA; Lively gets Vogue, Capital FM, and CBS Mornings.

    Sources told
    The Hollywood Reporter that disagreements arose during the final cut while filming. Lively, a producer on It Ends With Us, had scenes she wanted and even commissioned her own cut of the film. However, Forbesassures this can happen without indicating a feud.
    @bbcnews Blake said she felt the “responsibility of servicing the people” that care so much about the book, when bringing Lily to life. #ItEndsWithUs #BlakeLively #LilyBloom #ItEndsWithUsMovie #ColleenHoover #BookTok #ItEndsWithUsBook #BBCNews ♬ original sound – BBC News

    Fans have been reading in between the lines during press interviews. Lively has made a few interesting comments furthering the creative control rumors. At one point, she even mentions her husband, Ryan Reynolds, wrote a scene in the film, which some believe was the start of their fight. Then, in another interview, Lively shares she got in a fight with an unnamed person about removing a Lana Del Rey song from the film.

    @sammysamslife I love both Ryan Reynolds and Justin Baldoni so I hope this isn’t true. #itendswithus #justinbaldoni #ryanreynolds #blakelively #colleenhoover #drama #greenscreen ♬ original sound – SAMANTHA💞

    However, given the film’s references to domestic violence, this Lana Del Rey song could have been considered controversial. “Cherry” details loving a man despite all of the hard times in an extremely toxic and unhealthy relationship. So, if Baldoni was the one Lively had to fight, he may have had a point.

    In his own interview with
    Elle, Baldoni admits to tensions on set: “There are all these things that happen every day on set, there’s always friction that happens when you make a movie like this. Then at the end of the day, it’s that friction, I believe, that creates the beautiful art,”

    Cast member Jenny Slate adds fuel to the fire by dodging questions about Justin Baldoni. Slate told a reporter that it “must be difficult working two jobs” when asked what it was like working with him. When Baldoni was asked about Lively, he claimed it “seems like she’s ready to direct.”

    There’s been nothing but shade, and apparently, the movie isn’t even that great. What I think everyone can agree on is this press tour needs to end.

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  • The son of Asia’s richest man gets married in the year’s most extravagant wedding

    The son of Asia’s richest man gets married in the year’s most extravagant wedding

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    MUMBAI – The youngest son of Mukesh Ambani, Asia’s richest man, married his longtime girlfriend early Saturday in what many dubbed the wedding of the year, attended by global celebrities, business tycoons and politicians, highlighting the billionaire’s staggering wealth and rising clout.

    The wedding rituals, including exchanging garlands by the couple and walking around the sacred fire, began Friday and were completed past midnight.

    The celebrations of Anant Ambani marrying Radhika Merchant took place at the Ambani-owned Jio World Convention Centre in Mumbai and the family home. The marriage culminated months of wedding events that featured performances by pop stars including Rihanna and Justin Bieber.

    Prime Minister Narendra Modi attended a reception organized by the Ambanis on Saturday evening.

    The Ambanis hosted a “blessing ceremony’’ for friends and family members to meet the couple and wish them a happy married life.

    India Today television news channel reported that the newlyweds touched Modi’s feet as a show of respect and sought his blessings.

    The four-day wedding celebrations began Friday with the traditional Hindu wedding ceremony and will be followed by a grand reception to run through the weekend. The guest list includes former British Prime Ministers Tony Blair and Boris Johnson; John Kerry, the former U.S. special envoy for climate, Saudi Aramco CEO Amin H. Nasser; and Adele, Lana Del Rey, Drake and David Beckham, according to local media. The Ambani family did not confirm the guest list.

    Television news channels showed the arrivals of celebrities like Kim Kardashian, who was dressed in red, and professional wrestler and Hollywood actor John Cena.

    Kardashian sisters Kim and Khloé took a ride in a motorized rickshaw through bustling Mumbai streets Friday before joining the wedding ceremonies, the Press Trust of India news agency said.

    International guests wore traditional clothes by major Indian fashion designers. They put on embroidered sherwanis — long-sleeved outer coats worn by men in South Asia. Cena came in a sky-blue sherwani and white pants. Nick Jonas wore a pink sherwani and white pants.

    Bollywood icons Amitabh Bachchan, Shah Rukh Khan, Salman Khan and Ranbir Kapoor attended the wedding and danced to popular Hindi movie songs. Indian cricketers, including icons Sachin Tendulkar, Mahendra Singh Dhoni, Jasprit Bumrah, Hardik Pandya and Suryakumar Yadav, were among the invitees.

    Police imposed traffic diversions around the wedding venue from Friday to Monday to handle the influx of guests who flew to Mumbai, where heavy monsoon rains have caused flooding and flight disruptions for the past week.

    The extravaganza and the display of opulence that comes with the wedding have led many to raise questions about rising inequality in India, where the gap between rich and poor is growing. The event has also sparked anger among some Mumbai residents, who say they are struggling with snarled traffic.

    “It affects our earnings. I don’t care much about the wedding,” said Vikram, a taxi driver who uses only one name.

    The father of the groom, Mukesh Ambani, is the world’s ninth-richest man, with a net worth of $116 billion, according to Forbes. He is the richest person in Asia. His Reliance Industries is a conglomerate reporting over $100 billion in annual revenue, with interests that include petrochemicals, oil and gas, telecoms and retail.

    The Ambani family owns, among other assets, a 27-story family compound in Mumbai worth $1 billion. The building contains three helipads, a 160-car garage and a private movie theater.

    The groom, 29-year-old Anant, oversees the conglomerate’s renewable and green energy expansion. He also runs a 3,000-acre (about 1,200-hectare) animal rescue center in Gujarat state’s Jamnagar, the family’s hometown.

    The bride, Radhika Merchant, also 29, is the daughter of pharmaceutical tycoon Viren Merchant and is the marketing director for his company, Encore Healthcare, according to Vogue.

    Ambani’s critics say his company has relied on political connections during Congress Party-led governments in the 1970s and ’80s, and under Prime Minister Narendra Modi’s rule after 2014.

    The Ambani family’s pre-wedding celebrations have been lavish and star-studded from the start.

    In March, they threw a three-day prenuptial bash for Anant that had 1,200 guests, including former world leaders, tech tycoons and Bollywood megastars, and performances by Rihanna, Akon and Diljit Dosanjh, a Punjabi singer who shot to international fame when he performed at Coachella. The event was also attended by tech billionaires Mark Zuckerberg and Bill Gates.

    It was the start of lavish, months-long pre-wedding celebrations that grabbed headlines and set off a social media frenzy.

    In May, the family took guests on a three-day cruise from Italy to France, which included Katy Perry singing her hit song “Firework” and a performance by Pitbull, according to media reports.

    The family also organized a mass wedding for more than 50 underprivileged couples on July 2 as part of the celebrations.

    Last week, Justin Bieber performed for hundreds of guests at a pre-wedding concert that included performances by Bollywood stars Alia Bhatt, Ranveer Singh and Salman Khan.

    Ambani also made headlines in 2018, when Beyoncé performed at pre-wedding festivities for his daughter. Former U.S. Secretaries of State Hillary Clinton and John Kerry were among those who rubbed shoulders with Indian celebrities and Bollywood stars in the western Indian city of Udaipur.

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  • “Ride” and The Bikeriders: An Obvious Match

    “Ride” and The Bikeriders: An Obvious Match

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    Although Jeff Nichols’ latest film, The Bikeriders, is absolutely correct in wielding The Shangri-Las’ “Out in the Streets” as the constant musical refrain throughout the narrative, one song that feels as though it’s “missing” in many ways is Lana Del Rey’s “Ride.” However, since Sofia Coppola is typically the only director to condone using anachronistic music in a period piece, it makes sense that “Ride,” originally released in 2012, couldn’t be “accurately” used in The Bikeriders. And yet, even placing it in the credits would have been a compromising consolation to those who can’t unsee or unhear “Ride” within the context of a story like this.

    It’s possible that Del Rey herself, like Nichols, came across Danny Lyon’s seminal photography book (also called The Bikeriders) at some point before she hit the big time. After all, the book was released in 1968, a prime year within the decade that Del Rey is famously “inspired” by (complete with the Manson Family, Jim Morrison, Bob Dylan and Woodstock). So it’s not unfathomable that Lyon’s work would have crossed her path. And since she describes “reading Slim Aarons” as though he were a writer instead of a photographer, it’s apparent that Del Rey does know how to “read” imagery and repurpose it. One of the key gifts of any postmodern artist. And oh, how Del Rey put her postmodern skills to use in the video (or “short film,” if you prefer) for “Ride.”

    Directed by Anthony Mandler, who had spent the better part of the 00s directing Rihanna videos, “Ride” opens with the now iconic image of Del Rey on a tire swing (that looks as though its rope extends all the way to the heavens), swaying back and forth (à la Mariah Carey in the “Always Be My Baby” video) with her dark curled hair billowing in the wind. As though to presage the idea that she would “go country” with Lasso, Del Rey also sports cowboy boots and a fringed denim jacket—emblems of her love for “the country America used to be.” Which, in her mind, was a country where a girl could be “fragile” and “delicate” without condemnation. Where rugged men like John Wayne still existed, and were idolized by other men, as well as sought after by women.

    This rugged archetype is present throughout “Ride” in the form of the rough-hewn, usually much older bikers that Del Rey rides with. Whether “playing” (a.k.a. languidly leaning over the machine) pinball while one of the bikers lecherously hovers behind her or letting another man brush her ribbon-bedecked hair, it’s clear that Del Rey yearns for a time when “men were still men,” as it is said. The kind of men that Lyon documented in those years from 1963 to 1967. Men that didn’t fit into mainstream society—whether because of the way they looked, dressed, thought or acted. The kind of men that find community only through “just riding,” as Del Rey would say.

    These are the bikeriders that Nichols brings to life onscreen, with Johnny (Tom Hardy) and Benny (Austin Butler) positioned as the embodiment of camaraderie (and yes, even a father-son sort of dynamic) within the outlaw motorcycle club niche. But it is Kathy Bauer (Jodie Comer) that acts as the true anchor of the story, with her character serving as the important feminine/outsider perspective needed. In some ways, Del Rey does mirror Kathy’s role, not merely aesthetically, but in terms of being “taken in” and glamored by this lifestyle she never knew before. At the same time, Del Rey asserts that she’s just as much a rider—therefore a true part of the gang as opposed to just a wifey—as any of the other boys. This is her tribe in ways beyond the romantic or sexual, something that separates her from Kathy, who ultimately finds that she just wants to settle down and lead a normal, quiet life. A task that’s impossible to achieve with a man like Benny. He who refuses to ever surrender to that oh so hideous word and concept: responsibility.

    An aversion that Del Rey, in this nomadic “persona,” can certainly identify with. And, in turn, identify with the type of men who pursue this life as the only thing they can really “commit” to. This much is evidenced by the opening of her monologue: “I was in the winter of my life, and the men I met along the road were my only summer.” Here, too, it’s interesting to note she says “winter of my life” rather than “winter of my youth,” as though she knows that those who embrace the transient, rebellious biker lifestyle are doomed to “live fast, die young.” A small tradeoff, in their eyes, for being able to experience pure freedom.

    That feeling is displayed in the “Ride” video as Del Rey sits on the back of a motorcycle with the wind whipping in her face (“I hear the birds on the summer breeze”). This kind of unbridled, undiluted liberty is also shown in a scene from The Bikeriders where Benny guns his bike down the streets and highways in a high-speed police chase. By cutting them off at a red light, he gains ground and takes to the open road, letting out a loud cry of joy as he passes by a signature silo of the Midwest. Of course, that sense of victory and liberation is soon counteracted by the realization that he’s out of gas, and will now have to surrender to the police when they catch up.

    For those who can’t fathom taking such risks for the “mere” sake of feeling free—from the pressures of society, family and even so-called friends—Del Rey addresses it best when she also mentions in her monologue, “When the people I used to know found out what I had been doing, how I had been living, they asked me why. But there’s no use in talking to people who have a home. They have no idea what it’s like to seek safety in other people. For home to be wherever you lie your head.” Further explaining that she has “an obsession for freedom that terrified me to the point that I couldn’t even talk about. And pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me.”

    The same goes for Benny in The Bikeriders (and, to a lesser extent, Johnny and Kathy). He has to be free, no matter the cost. No matter if it means alienating others or alienating himself from anything resembling a “future.” Nothing else matters but the ability to cut and run, to take to the open road whenever he feels the call. Something Kathy can never quite grasp, which is exactly why “Out in the Streets” is so perfect for describing their relationship, for its lyrics speak directly to how stifled and repressed Benny feels now that “he don’t hang around with the gang no more.” As our woeful narrator, Mary Weiss, also describes in the song, “He don’t comb his hair like he did before/He don’t wear those dirty old black boots no more/But he’s not the same/There’s something ‘bout his kissing/That tells me he’s changed/I know that something’s missing inside/Something’s gone/Something’s died/It’s still in the streets/His heart is out in the streets.” A characterization that fits Benny to a tee by the end of the film.

    And yet, for as tailor-made as “Out in the Streets” is for The Bikeriders, so, too, is “Ride.” For Del Rey even speaks from a Kathy-esque perspective when she pleads, “Don’t leave me now/Don’t say goodbye/Don’t turn around/Leave me high and dry.” At the same time, she knows that, when you live this life, it’s filled with perpetual goodbyes and moving ons. From her own Benny-centric view of things, that’s exactly why she likes it, can’t get enough of it.

    As she says in the closing monologue of the “Ride” video, “Every night, I used to pray that I’d find my people. And I finally did, on the open road. We had nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore. Except to make our lives into a work of art. Live fast, die young, be wild and have fun.” This might as well be the Vandals’ mantra, too.

    At another moment, she declares, “I believe in the country America used to be.” This line unwittingly speaks to an overarching theme of The Bikeriders, which is an acknowledgement of an America in increasing decay, and one that is, accordingly, evermore morally bankrupt. Even so, Del Rey still insists, “I believe in the person I want to become. I believe in the freedom of the open road. And my motto is the same as ever. I believe in the kindness of strangers [as does Blanche DuBois]. And when I’m at war with myself, I ride. I just ride.” Much the same way Benny does. For, even though Kathy and many others outside/on the periphery of the motorcycle club might not understand it, it can best be summed up with the Del Reyism: “I am fucking crazy. But I am free.”

    Thus, while the baleful, sustained “ooooh” at the beginning of “Out in the Streets” is a perfect fit as a musical refrain for the film, it has to be said that Del Rey’s almost equally baleful “mmmm-mmmm-mmmm-mmmm-mmmm-mmmm-mmmm” (though some will say it’s an “ooooh” not an “mmmm” sound) opening to “Ride” is as well. Not to mention the fact that the plot of her “Ride” video is très The Bikeriders oriented (well, minus the part where she’s vibing out in a war bonnet a.k.a. “Native American headdress”). And so, it’s hard to say, within this ouroboros of being inspired by Danny Lyon’s photography, if maybe Nichols wasn’t in some way also inspired by “Ride.” Either way, the song’s absence in the film is partially what makes it simultaneously feel as though it’s there, out in the streets like a sonic specter.  

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  • Your Weekend Playlist: New Music To Listen To Friday

    Your Weekend Playlist: New Music To Listen To Friday

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    As you read this, imagine me to be sitting somewhere on a beach in New Jersey (hold your horrified gasps) surrounded by friends and a Bose Soundlink Max speaker blaring my favorite tracks. I’m always on aux, dear reader, as I’m sure you can imagine. My Spotify playlists are highly sought after by a specific group of people (my friends).


    And yes, it’s also worth mentioning that it’s a holiday weekend. For those of us in the good ole United States of America, it’s the Fourth of July during a very terrifying election year. So, in order not to think about the current state of our country, we must listen to music. And lots of it. Doctor’s orders.

    So that’s where the good new comes in: each week, there’s a whole set of new songs released. Especially during the summer, because artists know you’re looking to stream. And patiently, as I wait for Harry Styles to drop new music (it’s been two years, H), I have this weekly segment where I round up the best new music released.

    I comb through press releases, Spotify curated playlists, and the charts to find the next big songs that will get you and your friends dancing.

    If new music sounds like something you need right now, let’s get listening!

    Lana Del Rey x Quavo – “Tough”

    Welcome back, rapper Lana Del Rey. After being spotted hanging out with Quavo in Atlanta and performing the song at her sold-out Fenway Park show, the friend duo are here with “Tough.” It’s highly anticipated for a reason- combining Lana’s earthy, crooning voice with Quavo’s ability to craft a hit rap song.

    With two seasoned veterans, it’s hard to go wrong…and Lana Del Rey is the ultimate risk-taker when it comes to music. Expect a sonic shift, but the same voices you know and love. It’s both country and rap bundled into one song that makes perfect sense.

    Good Neighbors – “Daisies” 

    Good Neighbors deserves all of the hype they’ve been receiving so far. “Daisies” is the perfect dose of summertime in one song…and how perfect, as it’s about falling back in love with yourself. It feels just like that- with the synths, the vocals, the instrumental breaks envelop your senses, sending you into sunshine and a field somewhere.

    After the mega-hit “Home” and follow up single, “Keep It Up,” “Daisies” proves Good Neighbors is on the right track. This new era of indie pop is just what we needed right now.

    Eminem, BabyTron, Big Sean- “Tobey” 


    Shady’s officially back- with new album The Death of Slim Shady (Coupe De Grace) on the horizon, he releases “Tobey” alongside Big Sean and BabyTron. It’s high energy, and even though industry giants like Eminem have been around for over a decade, “Tobey” feels fresh.

    And, of course, Eminem waits to come in at the very end and close out the song with fire verse after fire verse. It’s a fun sneak peek into what comes next in the final era of Slim Shady.

    Louis The Child, Laszewo, Pluko- “Slow” 

    Louis The Child is a name synonymous with summer hits. Just in time for your days spent lounging on the beach and hanging with your friends, this song begs for a relationship to slow down. It’s about taking things slow, and showcases the collaborators sounds perfectly.

    “It flowed like water,” Louis The Child say. “It’s a song about wanting to dive straight into a relationship, about feeling all the right emotions and not wanting to hold back or take things slow.”

    Felix Jaehn, Sophie Ellis-Bextor- “Ready For Your Love” 

    Two icons: Felix Jaehn and Sophie Ellis-Bextor (yes, of “Murder On The Dancefloor”) are here with “Ready For Your Love.” It’s entrancing- an ethereal beat mixed with Ellis-Bextor’s lilting voice that floats over the house track. It makes you want to dance, it’s perfect for the electronic house renaissance we’re having this summer.

    I can hear this playing in New York City clubs for the foreseeable future…and it’ll be well-deserved. “Ready For Your Love” is an instant hint.

    KATSEYE- “Debut” 

    Ahead of their debut EP, SIS (Soft Is Strong), KATSEYE is here with “Debut”- a symphony of powerful vocals from this brand new girl group. KATSEYE has already proven they’ve got what it takes to be the next big thing in the industry, and “Debut” solidifies they are taking stardom in stride.

    Their vocal diversity makes “Debut” an exciting listen- starting strong and building throughout its entirety. Definitely not the last time we’re going to hear from this group, but a promising beginning nonetheless.

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  • Lana Del Rey’s Fenway Park Show As Analogy for the Current State of the U.S.

    Lana Del Rey’s Fenway Park Show As Analogy for the Current State of the U.S.

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    On June 20th (incidentally, the eve of the chanteuse’s birthday), Lana Del Rey belatedly took the stage at Fenway Park for what would mark her first stadium performance. Of all the cities Del Rey could have chosen for such an auspicious event, Boston might seem like a rather random choice. But then one must remember that this Del Rey, the self-styled “Queen of Americana” (or “American Queen” as it is phrased on an American flag in her recent “Tough” video). Thus, Boston, with its history rooted in the founding of the United States as we know it, thanks to its association with being “the birthplace of the American Revolution, was a very pointed and perhaps even calculated decision on Del Rey’s part.

    Alas, because celebrities and artists (sometimes one and the same, sometimes not) have a tendency to ignore reality, Del Rey didn’t seem to account for potential weather issues within the lens of climate change irascibility. Thus, the thunderstorm (accompanied by the dangerous element of lightning) that ensued at the same time she was to have gotten her ass out onstage (even though she rarely shows up on time anyway) came as a seeming surprise to her. Taking to Instagram to talk to her fans that came to the show, Del Rey explained, “I’m down here at the bottom of Fenway, everyone here they just cleared the stage. Um, so every time the lightning strikes, we have to wait twenty minutes, and, uh, it just keeps striking. What we were hoping for was to fill the room back up, um, by ten o’clock and at least do an hour-long show. Um, that’s what we’re hoping for, bare minimum. Worse case scenario, we reschedule for Saturday, so, I don’t know, I’m crossing my fingers.”

    That, indeed, seems to be the only way that most Americans are functioning right now as opposed to taking much in the way of action to ensure their fate and the fates of future generations won’t be total shit. But maybe that’s because they’ve seen how little their attempts to take action have resulted in any meaningful change (for example, going out in the streets and/or universities to protest the genocide in Gaza). What’s more, with so many reliant on the lazy gesture of “social media activism” (another twenty-first century oxymoron), it seems that less and less physical grunt work is done to spark something like a grassroots movement.

    And so, as Del Rey “crossed her fingers” as a means of “invoking” “actionable change” (to the weather, in this instance), fans were corralled into the concourse of Fenway Park, packed in like sardines as is usually the way with hoi polloi. And with the lowest ticket price tier being above one hundred dollars, it’s unlikely that fans were going to be sated with a mere one-hour performance. Yet, because so many fans had traveled from far and wide to see the show (with the anti-eco-conscious “concert tourism” trend taking off in the wake Taylor Swift’s Eras Tour), upon polling her followers on Instagram about rescheduling or not, around sixty-two percent said they would prefer that she just go ahead and play for one hour, rather than having to shell out more cash for lodging/travel the following weekend. And therein lies the very real danger of concert tourism: you never know what might go wrong in this increasingly unreliable world.

    So it was that Del Rey finally took the stage around 10:30 p.m. Her abridged set list included “Without You,” “West Coast,” “Summertime Sadness” (during which Del Rey still somewhat cruelly had foil reflectors [that old school prop for tanning] wielded despite the weather being the antithesis of “sunny”), “Cherry,” “Pretty When You Cry,” “Blue Over You” with Mason Ramsey, “Ride,” “Born to Die,” “Chemtrails Over the Country Club,” “The Grants,” “Did You Know That There’s a Tunnel Under Ocean Blvd,” “Until I Found You” with Stephen Sanchez, “Tough” with Quavo and “Video Games.” This making for a paltry fourteen songs, some more rushed through than others, and many of which would hardly be considered to everyone as “hits” (with “Young and Beautiful” also being foolishly excluded from the setlist in terms of appealing to such a massive audience). Not that that’s ever really been Del Rey’s “thing.” And lately, it hasn’t been America’s either, with the country steadily repulsing as many residents and non-resident alike with its political landscape.

    Nonetheless, Del Rey showing up out of obligation in her sparkly red Dolce and Gabbana dress (of which she has a few different colors as we’ve seen over the last few months) with a triangle cutout above the stomach. The hue was a nod to both the Red Sox and America itself, so rooted in red with its flag colors—and the fact that a fuck-ton of blood has spilled in its name. Going through the motions of the show, Del Rey “did what she could” with the limited tools at her disposal—a curfew (though she could have paid the fee to defy it) and unpredictable weather. This, of course, ended up turning the whole thing into a shitshow still posing as a “glossy” affair. A phrase that increasingly sums up the United States in every way.

    As for the fans who did want Del Rey to reschedule in order to enjoy the concert as it was meant to be seen, one person commented to Boston.com, “It was hell on earth. We were evacuated to the concourse, and there was no room to move. It was so hot in there I actually ended up at the emergency room and missed her finally going on. My daughter is devastated. They knew days before it there would be a heat advisory and dangerous temps they should have postponed.” Another added, “We got there at four and ended up leaving before she came out. It was frightening inside with people pushing and shoving. An altercation broke out near us, and no security came. You couldn’t text them either—not working. I got shoved into a railing and bruised.” Many others complained of limited reception in order to weigh in on what they wanted to happen: postponement or “the show must go on.”

    And yet, like the impending presidential election, it was always going to be the latter choice, with better planning and potential alternatives simply not an option for this moneymaking juggernaut. While fans at the LDR concert were “lucky” to get out relatively unscathed despite not getting their money’s worth, the residents of the U.S. in general aren’t likely to be as lucky come the end of 2024. Which, to some, might very well be the true end of America. Or, as Del Rey once asked when Trump first took office, “Is it the end of America?” Foolishly (and in typical American fashion), she answered her own question with, “No, oh/It’s only the beginning/If we hold on to hope/We’ll have a happy ending.” Yeah, just like her concertgoers held on to hope only to get a shoddy ending. Though they still consoled themselves through the denied pain by being so kind as to deliver a rendition of “Happy Birthday” to Del Rey, who turned thirty-nine at the stroke of midnight.

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  • Lana Del Rey and Quavo’s “Tough” Video: “National Anthem” Meets “Summertime Sadness” With A Dash of “American Pie”

    Lana Del Rey and Quavo’s “Tough” Video: “National Anthem” Meets “Summertime Sadness” With A Dash of “American Pie”

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    It’s been a year of Lana Del Rey harkening back to 2012. And why shouldn’t she? It’s the year she came up in the mainstream, the year when Biden was still acceptable and sentient as vice president and the year, presumably, when the world actually ended (and what we’re all in now is some increasingly bad simulation—or so we tell ourselves for comfort). Del Rey’s “throwback vibe” to the year her debut album was released began with her headlining Coachella performance in April, during which she rode toward the stage on the back of a motorcycle (a nod to her “Ride” video), newly svelte and rocking long, honey-blonde hair. In effect, she very specifically recreated the body and hairstyle she had in 2012 in time for the show. As if that weren’t enough, Del Rey emphasized her point by projecting a hologram of herself onstage during “hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have – but i have it.” The hologram in question was wearing an updated version of the gown Del Rey sported during her forever infamous SNL performance on January 14, 2012 (the date her Coachella billboard called out when asking, in a parody of “Jesus freak” advertising, “Has anyone else died for you?”).

    With her latest single (and her first of 2024), “Tough,” Del Rey continues her “Make 2024 2012 Again” campaign by pulling from “Summertime Sadness” and “National Anthem” mood boards (complete with a grainy, “home movie”-style look). Most especially the latter. But there is a touch of “Summertime Sadness” in terms of the “in nature” setting that serves as the backdrop for “Tough.” Someplace “down-home” in order to suit Del Rey’s impending “country music” transition (though this doesn’t sound like much of an indication of that). The location could be anywhere in the South, really, but Georgia seems the most likely milieu furnishing these backwater roads, considering Quavo’s ties to Atlanta. Wherever it may be, the “Anywhere USA” look of it is the point. And since Del Rey is determined to staying faithful to her Americana shtick, the intent of the video, co-directed by Wyatt Spain Winfrey (who has a few Migos videos under his belt as well), Quavo and Del Rey, is one that speaks to the “wide open with possibility” aura of the United States. Which, as many have seen plenty of in the past decade, is pure myth rather than reality. And it’s a myth that’s getting harder and harder to sell. Even so, it’s apparent that Del Rey still wants to. That she’s still holding tight to the part of her “Ride” monologue when she insists, “I believe in the country America used to be.”

    Indeed, she lays her usual “selling America” angle on thick with one of the first images of the video homing in on an American flag. But not just any American flag—one with Del Rey’s effigy placed at the center and the caption “American Queen” underneath it. Clearly, Del Rey has been spending too much time with Kim Kardashian after shilling for Skims because it’s a decidedly Kardashian mentality to assume that the U.S. population is better off revering celebrities rather than trying to make politicians or other would-be “great minds” into figures that might be even remotely aspirational. No, instead, everyone knows by now that worshipping beneath the flag of fame is perhaps even more American than racism (while racism, in turn, is “as American as apple pie”).

    And, talking of the R word, Del Rey’s unfortunate Instagram post from January of 2021 can’t help but come to mind with her latest “rapper” team-up. That was the word she used as a catch-all for Black people when she said, “My best friends are rappers, my boyfriends have been rappers” in a post promoting Chemtrails Over the Country Club, which she was sure to call out as having plenty of people of color on the cover, “without even trying to.” As she was adamant about declaring, she had simply always been “inclusive” in her work before it was chic/practically mandated if one wants to stay relevant in the entertainment industry. But few examples of Del Rey’s supposed “inclusivity” (as opposed to, say, appropriation—which runs rampant in something like her short film/extended music video, Tropico) spring to mind from those early years except for A$AP Rocky, who so generously agreed to appear as a modern-day JFK in Del Rey’s “National Anthem” video.

    Apparently, this was the year he was on his white woman bullshit, for he was also dating Iggy Azalea before the two broke up in mid-2012 and he then went on to date Rita Ora (both women being examples of C-list musicians in the industry before A$AP graduated to the crème de la crème that is Rihanna). It didn’t seem to matter that he was romantically entwined, for he made it rather convincing that LDR was the Jackie to his Jack in this updated version of watching America crumble in real time.

    In truth, “National Anthem” was far more honest, visually, than “Tough” could ever hope to be in terms of what each says about the United States. A country in perpetual decay. The signs of that decay can’t even be hidden by the “sunnier” portrayal of America—and rural America in particular—in “Tough.” For, right from the get-go, as Quavo pulls up in his Hummer (no fucks given about the environment, even still) to collect Del Rey, he clocks a sign on the fence that reads, “Posted No Trespassing Keep Out.” Not only does it smack of the kind of signage used during the heyday of Jim Crow laws to keep “coloreds” from entering certain spaces, but it also makes one shudder to think about what kind of red state bullshit the duo was willing to endure for the sake of this video’s production.

    Del Rey then enters the frame in that angle/pose/facial expression that echo the ones she gave in “Summertime Sadness.” All of the sudden the two are embracing, getting right into trying to exude the kind of sexual chemistry that has gotten numerous media outlets speculating as to whether or not the two are more than just “musical partners” at this point in time. That same speculation would befall Del Rey and A$AP in the 2010s, with the latter admitting, “I first had had a crush on her from seeing her on the internet—I fell in love with her voice the first time I heard it. I probably heard it in July, August for the first time, I think it was ‘Blue Jeans.’ And from then on, I’m like, I love her!” Del Rey had already mentioned in an interview with Complex that A$AP was her favorite “rapper” (that word again). Over a decade later, that answer seems to have changed to Quavo, with the two sharing the kind of intimacy and sexual tension that “National Anthem” exuded.

    But while “Tough” has the same meandering, plotless nature of other Del Rey videos from recent years (including “Norman Fucking Rockwell/Bartender/Happiness Is A Butterfly,” “Let Me Love You Like A Woman,” “Arcadia” and “Blue Banisters”), “National Anthem” was narrative and statement-heavy. Even “Summertime Sadness,” with its lesbian suicide plot, was as well—especially compared to this. What Del Rey seems to be saying, as usual, is that she lives in a willfully insulated bubble wherein America isn’t the festering turd it’s become, but a place of natural beauty to believe in. Quavo, for whatever reason (maybe sexual interest), is along for the ride—even though he’s the one driving the fossil fuel-emitting Hummer.

    As for Del Rey, she’s been trying to manifest a collaboration with Migos for quite some time before Takeoff was shot dead in 2022. The next best thing for her, one supposes, is this: Quavo (maybe Cardi B wouldn’t have wanted Offset to work with her based on how “cozy” this video looks). And it seems Quavo was happy to let Del Rey take the wheel for the most part on lyrics, with the majority smacking of Del Reyisms such as, “Tough like the stuff in your grandpa’s glass” and “I’m cut like a diamond shinin’ in the rough”—this latter lyric not only being a roundabout tie-in to A$AP Rocky with its Rihanna nod (“Shine bright like a diamond”), but also a callback to her Marilyn-inspired inflection on “National Anthem” when she asks, “Um, do you think you’ll buy me lots of diamonds?” Indeed, as she sits in a meadow-like setting with Quavo sensually fingering his necklace, it feels like that’s the question she’s internally verbalizing.

    In another round of scenes, Del Rey and Quavo sit on a porch, the latter in a rocking chair and the former sitting on his lap while strumming a guitar (again, it’s some loose part of her country rebrand). Around the two-minute-twenty-second mark, the video’s tack shifts into something decidedly “American Pie”-like—meaning the Madonna video from 2000 wherein director Philipp Stölzl shows scenes of “average” Americans throughout, often alongside Madonna dancing with unchoreographed gusto in front of a giant American flag (Madonna was touting that emblem of the U.S. long before Del Rey). Much of the video was, in fact, filmed in the Southern United States. Because that’s where people tend to aim their camera when they want to show the “real” America.

    Del Rey and Quavo, too, proceed to show their viewers “slice of life” instants showcasing the same kinds of “average” Americans (though slightly less interesting than the ones Madonna drummed up). This includes a man mowing his lawn, two men lighting up cigars, a woman sitting on a chair with her pregnant belly exposed, a man’s entirely tattooed back, Lana standing next to a shotgun-toting man with a gray beard (more signs of her Republican nature) and a little boy rubbing his eyes while standing on the grass. In short, if this is America, it’s unclear why Del Rey and Quavo are doing their best to romanticize it. But hey, like LDR says, “Life’s gonna do what it does/Sure as the good Lord’s up above.” Except that “the Lord” being up above is hardly sure at all.

    Parading the “iconography” of America—including a house with a giant cross proudly displayed on the exterior and a slew of Mack (or Mack-adjacent) trucks they pass by on the road—Quavo and Del Rey wander the South like a crimeless version of Holly Sargis (Sissy Spacek) and Kit Carruthers (Martin Sheen) in Badlands. And in the final scenes, they switch into a different vehicle: a red Chevy (“Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry”) pickup truck with dice hanging from the rearview mirror (very “LDR aesthetic” of course).

    Del Rey’s “road obsession” has taken many turns (pun intended) over the years, and it’s certainly made her the “Queen of Cars” even over Charli XCX. The motif of constantly wandering in search of a sense of place is, to be sure, a decidedly American feeling. Thus, Del Rey sings, “Here, say where you come from/It’s not what you wanna do, it’s what you’re gonna do/Now, it’s no place to run.” Tapping into the idea of how Americans are taught to “make something of themselves,” regardless of where they’re from, Del Rey ignores the reality that where you come from does matter in terms of securing what the U.S. deems “prosperity.” Where and how you grew up affects everything about your life trajectory in the U.S. More and more, Del Rey is fond of perpetuating an image of herself as a “simple country girl” who grew up in poverty in Lake Placid. Hence the line, “If you come from where you come, then you were born tough.” Try telling that to someone like Del Rey’s “bestie,” Taylor Swift, who grew up in a comfortable, dream-supported environment (yet has the gall to say, “You wouldn’t last an hour in the asylum where they raised me”). But the truth is, you’re not exactly tough if you come from a place like Scarsdale. Nonetheless, Del Rey wants to deny her own non-tough roots, therefore can’t see something like that (perpetuating her “pulled myself up by my own bootstraps” “lore” in a similar way on “Let Me Love You Like A Woman” when she announces, “I come from a small town, how ‘bout you?”). Plus, with Quavo by her side for assured “tough credibility,” Del Rey is certain no one will argue with her about that moniker.

    And yet, a certain headline from The Cut in 2014 comes to mind when thinking about how LDR bills herself as “tough,” and that is: “Self-Proclaimed Gangsta Lana Del Rey Shops With Her Parents.” An act about as “gangsta” as going on a scenic nature drive, making idyllic stops along the way. But since “gangsta” is all about projecting the image of “toughness,” maybe Del Rey can still subscribe to it based on the scenes and people she’s associating with in “Tough.” And what’s more American than projecting an image built on smoke and mirrors?

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  • Best and Worst Saturday Night Live Musical Performances

    Best and Worst Saturday Night Live Musical Performances

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    Saturday Night Live is the Mecca for sketch comedy. Some of our favorite actors and comedians launched their careers at Lorne Michaels’ long-running
    SNL – Kristen Wiig, Jason Sudeikus, Andy Samberg, Bill Hader, Kate McKinnon, Maya Rudolph, John Mulaney, Jimmy Fallon, Pete Davidson, I could go on…


    And while your preferred comedians probably got their start in the writer’s room at 30 Rock, don’t forget the live musical guest. Being invited to play on
    SNL is one of the biggest honors in a musician’s career.

    There’s something about being on that stage that tells you about who an artist truly is…if they can sing live or not…if they have any stage presence. The
    SNL musical guest’s performance is often a topic of discussion on social media – it’s a terrific venue for teasing new music, growing your following, and showing what you’re made of.

    But many stars find themselves floundering on the elusive
    Saturday Night Live stage. The platform has the catapult to an artist into the stratosphere…and the gig can sometimes go south and be tough to watch.

    After Sabrina Carpenter’s show-stopping superstar performance, it got me thinking about the Ghosts of
    SNL’s Musical Guests Past. Not every act feels like a professional, well-rounded concert.

    So, while some shine and others flop, here are our picks for the Best and Worst
    SNL Musical Performances!

    WORST:

    Ice Spice

    Oh, how I wanted this performance to go differently. A lot of the time, I fear Ice Spice may lack the star-quality, It Factor when it comes to live performances. This is just one of those examples.

    21 Savage

    21 chanting “redrum” over and over almost had me fast-forwarding through the whole thing. If I were in the audience, his flat, monotonous performance would’ve been even more difficult to endure – despite 21’s attempt to class it up with a pair of sad ballet dancers.

    Kanye West feat. Lil Pump

    This is genuinely hilarious if you don’t take it seriously. Confession: I’m smiling as I write this. It reminds me of when you’re 8 years old and you perform with your cousin for the whole family.

    Lana Del Rey

    I love Lana so it hurts me to include this…but this was a tough watch. She shows signs of promise, but it’s pitchy and all over the place. Her first real performance was riddled with nerves, but thankfully Coachella was a redemption.

    Ashlee Simpson

    I mean, you knew it was coming. As Ashlee lip-synced her way through her performance, disaster struck when the vocals fell out of sync. She walks off stage mid-song, but the band plays on – it’s literally like watching
    The Titanic as the boat goes down.

    BEST:

    Taylor Swift

    The “All Too Well (10-Minute Version)” performance will
    always be iconic. In her fifth appearance on the show, Swift only performed one song and it was this 10-minute masterpiece.

    Sabrina Carpenter

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yfiOn7_aJ0k

    Talk about utilizing the stage!
    Finally someone makes SNL feel like a concert and not a beat poetry session. A spectacular performance all around – no notes!

    Tate McRae

    Bring back popstars with dance routines! Tate McRae’s viral
    SNL act was high-energy and captivating. She nails her vocals while slaying that dance number flawlessly.

    Harry Styles

    There was nothing more iconic than when Harry Styles dropped “Watermelon Sugar” during his
    SNL double-header. It was the first time the world heard the song, and instantaneously made it the hit song of the summer.

    Billie Eilish

    Billie’s debut album,
    WHEN WE ALL FALL ASLEEP WHERE DO WE GO? was critically acclaimed and shot her to super-super-superstardom. Her SNL performance solidified that she can sing on any stage and shine.

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  • “2019 Me”: Billie Eilish’s Hit Me Hard and Soft Shares Deliberate DNA With When We All Fall Asleep, Where Do We Go?

    “2019 Me”: Billie Eilish’s Hit Me Hard and Soft Shares Deliberate DNA With When We All Fall Asleep, Where Do We Go?

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    In the almost three full years since Billie Eilish released her sophomore album, Happier Than Ever, the world has only gotten a little more blurry, to put it euphemistically. Or maybe, the truth is, it’s fallen into sharper focus for being what it is: the type of place that makes someone like Eilish and the generation she’s part of an anxiety-ridden ball of nerves. Someone who spent a formative part of her last year as a teenager in lockdown. But it’s not only the pandemic that gave Gen Z its warped sense of time. There are many contributing factors, though, chiefly, being affixed to a screen for so much of one’s day. It’s hard to “make memories” that way—at least ones that will prove to be lasting in a way that marks, therefore differentiates time. 

    Among the screen’s many hazards, in fact, is that it causes all of time to kind of run together, with one day not really varying from the next. The only way to tell what’s different, really, is that one is looking at “new content.” The relativity (or lack thereof) of time to Gen Z seems worth bringing up in regard to Eilish’s third album, Hit Me Hard and Soft—mainly because she’s already talking about wanting to get back to “2019 me.” In other words, the girl who brought us When We All Fall Asleep, Where Do We Go? As though that person, that “era” was from so long ago. By the same token, there are many ways in which 2019 was a lifetime ago, not least of which is because it was the last year before Miss Rona took over and altered many people’s psychological framework for good. It seems that 2020 and beyond has caused some kind of chasm in the space-time continuum, wherein everything feels absurdly accelerated—life-altering world events now seeming to happen every few weeks as opposed to every few years.

    So perhaps it’s no wonder that Eilish’s concept of time is much different from, say, a baby boomer’s. For example, Madonna didn’t want to return to her nineteen-year-old self/image until, what do you know, 2019. With Madame X, she decided it was time to return to that version of herself, the version that set the tone for who she would be for the rest of her career: the queen of reinvention. That’s why Martha Graham gave her the nickname “Madame X.” Per Madonna’s account, Graham told her, “I’m going to give you a new name: Madame X. Every day, you come to school and I don’t recognize you. Every day, you change your identity. You’re a mystery to me.”

    Being a mystery was, at one point, Eilish’s key goal in life. It was part of what kept her so isolated and afraid to make herself known or open up to new people/potential friends (like Zoe Kravitz, for example). As Eilish put it in her latest Rolling Stone interview, “I used to be so obsessed with this mysteriousness, and I think that’s one hundred percent why I didn’t make any friends, because I didn’t want anyone to know me, because I wanted everyone to think of me as this mysterious, cool person. I loved the idea of people feeling that way, but then I thought, ‘Oh, here I am sitting alone in my room, loving the feeling that everybody thinks I’m really cool, but I’m not actually getting anything out of that. I’m not enjoying anything in my life at all.’” Besides, it’s obvious that her legions of fans will continue to think she’s “cool” no matter what she does—even when she cosplays as a goy toy pinup. That Happier Than Ever-aligned shoot for British Vogue retroactively coming across as Eilish’s last grand attempt at “playing it straight.” Of appealing to a cliched “male fantasy” (to use a phrase that serves as the final track’s title on Happier Than Ever). But it seems Eilish knows better now, has decided that the only fantasy she wants to fulfill are those of the sapphic variety (which itself is still a straight male fantasy). 

    Before Eilish has her big coming out moment (you know, apart from the forced one she had on the Variety red carpet), she “reintroduces” herself with Hit Me Hard and Soft’s opening track, “Skinny.” As it’s been pointed out, “Skinny” clearly shares the same DNA as Eilish’s sleeper hit of 2023, “What Was I Made For?” Indeed, “Skinny” was conceived before “What Was I Made For?,” serving as a launching pad for the latter. On it, Eilish laments the continued weight (pun intended) that society places on people’s bodies—more specifically, whether or not people’s bodies are “thin enough” (call it her more genuine take on Beyoncé’s “Pretty Hurts”).

    Thus, Eilish melancholically sings, “People say I look happy/Just because I got skinny/But the old me is still me and maybe the real me/And I think she’s pretty.” So it is that Eilish establishes this motif of “getting back to herself,” the girl we recognized circa 2019. Eilish correspondingly noted, “This whole process has felt like I’m coming back to the girl that I was. I’ve been grieving her. I’ve been looking for her in everything, and it’s almost like she got drowned by the world and the media. I don’t remember when she went away.”

    And, speaking of drowning, that is precisely the image Eilish goes for as her cover art for Hit Me Hard and Soft (stylized in all caps on certain streaming platforms…like her first album). Considering her fear of water as a child, shooting the underwater photos was a cathartic process in many ways (and yes, water imagery appears frequently in Eilish’s work, which is somewhat surprising considering she’s a fire sign). As for the title, no, it’s not meant to usurp the millennial phrase coined by Britney, “Hit me, baby, one more time,” but rather, it was a happy accident. Per Rolling Stone, “She mistakenly thought the name of a synth in Logic Pro was called ‘Hit Me Hard and Soft.’ ‘I thought it was such a perfect encapsulation of what this album does,” she explains. ‘It’s an impossible request: You can’t be hit hard and soft. You can’t do anything hard and soft at the same time. I’m a pretty extremist person, and I really like when things are really intense physically, but I also love when things are very tender and sweet. I want two things at once. So I thought that was a really good way to describe me, and I love that it’s not possible.’” Unless, of course, the hardness and softness is delivered alternatingly—as it is throughout the record. 

    As such, for those who might have gotten too comfortable with the slow-tempo, ethereal sound of “Skinny,” Finneas phrases it best when he says, “If you’re remembering ‘What Was I Made For?’ and then you hear [it], you go, ‘Oh, okay. I understand this world.’ Then the drums come in [on “Lunch”], and it really is the kill-the-main-character-type beat. It’s like Drew Barrymore being in the first five minutes of Scream and then they kill her. You’re like, ‘They can’t kill Drew. Oh, my God, they killed Drew!’” But they do kill “Skinny” gently, with the song transitioning into “Lunch” via string arrangements that are filled with nods to “Born to Die.” Not a coincidence, surely, as Eilish never understates Lana Del Rey’s influence on her own work. This much was further solidified when the two joined forces onstage during the first weekend of Del Rey’s headlining Coachella performance. As they wrapped up a duet of “Ocean Eyes” and “Video Games” (each singer’s first single, respectively), Del Rey announced, “Voice of a generation right here.” And that generation, “ladies” and “gentlemen,” is queer as fuck. 

    Going back to the 2019 era Eilish wants to capture, it was on When We All Fall Asleep, Where Do We Go? that Eilish’s sentiment was “wish you were gay.” That wish came true for herself rather than the boy who didn’t return her affections back then. And yes, “Lunch” is sure to become a go-to at lesbian bars and clubs the world over, with Eilish leaning (her face) into vagina readily (or, as John Bender once said to Claire Standish when she asked, “Where’s your lunch?,” “You’re wearin’ it”). And, finally, on her own terms. Like Chappell Roan with The Rise and Fall of a Midwest Princess, this creation was what got her in touch with her queerness. Eilish recounted of writing it, “That song was actually part of what helped me become who I am, to be real. I wrote some of it before even doing anything with a girl, and then wrote the rest after. I’ve been in love with girls for my whole life, but I just didn’t understand—until, last year, I realized I wanted my face in a vagina.” It’s that hunger that manifests literally and figuratively on “Lunch.” Thus, the eating metaphors abound with phrases like, “Tastes like she might be the one,” “It’s a craving, not a crush” and “Somebody write down the recipe.”

    Elsewhere, Eilish proves that “consent is sexy” to her generation, managing to slip in a nod to permission with the lyrics, “Clothes on the counter for you, try ‘em on/If I’m allowed, I’ll help you take ‘em off.” She also offers, “You need a seat? I’ll volunteer.” Flexing her financial prowess, Eilish is sure to showcase her masc/zaddy tendencies with the assurance, “I could buy her so much stuff.” While “Lunch” is a triumph in terms of Eilish “owning” who she is, there’s still that bittersweet realization that she never really wanted to “get into all that,” remarking, “I was never planning on talking about my sexuality ever, in a million years. It’s really frustrating to me that it came up.” And yet, she turned the “Variety outing” into a positive with the themes explored on this album. Indeed, it seems very pointed that the cover art should feature Eilish in front of an open door, ready to emerge from the one she’s been hiding behind. 

    Apropos of that visual, Eilish chants, “Open up the door, can you open up the door?” on “Chihiro” (the title being a reference to Spirited Away, one of the films that have majorly influenced Eilish). As Finneas delivers another uptempo backbeat, Eilish explores the theme of turning to a stranger for comfort. Especially one who seems so familiar. That much is apparent in the Spirited Away-inspired lyrics, “But there’s a part of me that recognizes you/Do you feel it too?” and “I don’t, I don’t know why I called/I don’t know you at all/I don’t know you/Not at all.” The haunting quality of the track is matched only by its bizarre danceability. Of the sort that continues on “Birds of a Feather.” 

    And not only is “Birds of a Feather” quite danceable despite its macabre language (e.g., “I want you to stay/‘Til I’m in the grave/‘Til I rot away, dead and buried/‘Til I’m in the casket you carry”—what does one expect from the girl who wrote “Everybody Dies”?), it also happens to showcase Eilish at her most Taylor Swift. That is, in terms of wielding a common phrase and making it her own (with Swift, there are many, from “bad blood” to “familiarity breeds contempt”). And yet, it doesn’t take long for the Lana influence to take over with the mention of the color “blue.” A shade that Del Rey wields more than any other in her music. In Eilish’s hands, blue is used to say, “And if I’m turnin’ blue, please don’t save me/Nothin’ left to lose without my baby.” It won’t be the last time blue is invoked on Hit Me Hard and Soft, and it reveals just how much Eilish, synesthete extraordinaire, has embraced it as her color, admitting, “Dude, what’s so interesting to me is that blue has always been my least-favorite color. Which is so stupid because my hair was blue for years. But I didn’t mean for it to be—that was an accident… But over the last couple of years, I’ve just been like, ‘Wait, blue is so who I am at my core.’” After all, blue is the warmest color, n’est-ce pas?

    She is, additionally, LDR at her core. Continuing the homage both overt and subtle (“hard and soft,” if you will) with “Wildflower,” a title that feels like another unwitting Lana reference (whose 2021 album, Blue Banisters, features a song called “Wildflower Wildfire”), as does “The Greatest,” the same title as a signature track from Del Rey’s Norman Fucking Rockwell. With “Wildflower,” the tempo slows down again and Eilish opens with another common phrase: “Things fall apart.” The song then details a haunting love triangle that thematically reminds one of Eilish’s own version of Olivia Rodrigo’s “Obsessed.” For Eilish can’t stop obsessing over the girl who used to be with the one she’s currently with, pronouncing, “But I see her in the back of my mind all the time/Like a fever, like I’m burning alive, like a sign.”

    The predilection for comparison to another person’s ex that shines through once more in the lyrics, “I’d never ask who was better/‘Cause she couldn’t be/More different from me/Happy and free in leather.” That is to say, Eilish is much more comfortable in free-flowing, cotton-based fabrics. At the three-minute-thirty-eight-second mark, it seems as though the song is ending, but, in a trend that mirrors “Happier Than Ever” (and that will come back again on “L’amour de Ma Vie”), the song reanimates with a different tincture as Eilish sings (in the tone of what comes across as a specter), “You say no one knows you so well/But every time you touch me, I just wonder how she felt/Valentine’s Day, cryin’ in the hotel/I know you didn’t mean to hurt me, so I kept it to myself.” 

    The morose aura persists on “The Greatest,” with Eilish rueing the day she grew attached to someone so emotionally distant. Hence, she provides a chorus dripping in sarcasm and self-loathing when she says, “Man, am I the greatest (greatest)/My congratulations (congratulations)/All my love and patience/All my admiration (admiration)/All the times I waited (waited)/For you to want me naked (naked)/I made it all look painless/Man, am I the greatest.” At around the three-minute-ten-second mark, Finneas helps change the nature of the song as Eilish belts out a power ballad-y interpretation of: “The greatest, the greatest, the greatest/I loved you and I still do/Just wanted passion from you/Just wanted what I gave you/I wanted and waited.” Her voice goes quiet again as she delivers an outro version of the chorus that goes, “Man, am I the greatest/God, I hate it/All my love and patience/Unappreciated/You said your heart was jaded/You couldn’t even break it/I shouldn’t have to say it/You could’ve been the greatest.” Which is exactly what Lana Del Rey once told Azealia Banks in the midst of a Twitter feud in 2018 (specifically, “u coulda been the greatest female rapper alive but u blew it”).  

    Eilish switches vocal tack on “L’Amour de Ma Vie” to more closely echo Madison Beer’s vibe, commencing the “Spinnin”-esque number with a sultry tone that assures, “I wish you the best for the rest of your life/Felt sorry for you when I looked in your eyes/But I need to confess, I told you a lie/I said you/You were the love of my life.” Needless to say, Eilish only offered that up as a consolation to the person she ended things with, not realizing they would somehow manage to hurt her more with their behavior after she tried to show them kindness. Thus, she states it the refrain, “It isn’t askin’ for a lot for an apology/For making me feel like it’d kill you if I tried to leave/You said you’d never fall in love again because of me/Then you moved on immediately.” 

    At the three-minute-thirteen-second mark, Eilish and Finneas “Happier Than Ever” it up again by bifurcating the song into two parts. Accordingly, Eilish’s vocal pitch changes as she again points out, “It isn’t askin’ a lot for an apology/For makin’ me feel like it’d kill you if I tried to leave/You said you’d never fall in love again because of me.” And here her voice becomes even more high-pitched as she repeats, “Then you moved on” as a heartbeat-like drum enters the fray and the tempo picks up, changing the sound entirely into an 80s-inspired ditty as Eilish chirps, “Ooh/You wanted to keep it/Like somethin’ you found/‘Til you didn’t need it/But you should’ve seen it/The way it went down/Wouldn’t believe it/Wanna know what I told her/With her hand on my shoulder?/You were so mediocre/And we’re so glad it’s over now.” Things get decidedly Grimes-y during the outro, with Eilish shrugging, “It’s such a pity/We’re both so pretty.”

    On the song that follows, “The Diner” (which one could argue is a sort of companion piece to “Lunch”), Finneas jars us yet again with the abrupt sonic shift into music that is decidedly carnival-like. Indeed, “The Diner” is among the most When We All Fall Asleep-type songs on the record. On the ostensible “necessity” of revisiting “the past” (even if one as fresh as 2019) for this album, Finneas commented, “When Billie talks about the era of When We All Fall Asleep, it was this theatricality and this darkness. What’s the thing that no one is as good at as Billie is? This album was an exploration of what we do best.” And that exploration is all too palpable on “The Diner.” In the Billie voice we recognize from such songs as “bury a friend,” she croons, “Don’t be afraid of me/I’m what you need/I saw you on the screens/I know we’re meant to be/You’re starrin’ in my dreams.” Ah yes, the dream (/nightmare) motif that Eilish became known for is back and better than ever, with the singer revisiting some terrifying, stalker-y themes (as present on Happier Than Ever’s “NDA”)—this time from the perspective of an actual stalker. And who would know better about that ilk than Eilish? (Even though this song is meant to be in the spirit of the fictional “dark little stories” Billie and Finneas are known for coming up with à la “Bellyache.”)

    So it is that she delivers such “Stan”-esque lines as, “I’ll go back to the diner/I’ll write another letter (I’ll write another letter)/I hope you’ll read it this time/You better.” The evocation of this “old-timey” sort of communication (including “I memorized your number/Now I call you when I please”—with Gen Z having no concept of that being the norm “back in the day”) not only speaks to the unique form of “devotion” this stalker has, but also Eilish’s own “old soul” stylings (much like, again, Lana Del Rey)…even though she once egregiously misinterpreted the meaning of “Picture to Burn.” These “old soul” inclinations are further emphasized by the fact that she and Finneas were intent on making an “album-ass album” (ah, such California parlances). Something you could actually enjoy listening to from beginning to end. This being a task that is decidedly against everything her generation represents.

    Finneas touches on that in the same Rolling Stone article, commenting, “We’re not even at ‘song’ anymore. We’re at the line from the second verse that blew up on TikTok. We’re mostly watching content in vertical that was made an hour ago—some person telling you their thoughts about something from an hour ago.” But both Eilish and Finneas come across as staunchly against adhering to that “method.” And this is precisely why Eilish refused to release any singles from the album, explaining, “I really don’t like when things are out of context. This album is like a family: I don’t want one little kid to be in the middle of the room alone.”

    And yes, it would be kind of weird for a song like “Bittersuite” to be in the middle of the proverbial room alone. Already announcing itself with an “Express Yourself” meets The Weeknd on After Hours or Dawn FM type of opening, this particular song has perhaps the most otherworldly quality of all. In addition to mimicking something that could be found on When We All Fall Asleep, Where Do We Go?, Eilish conjures easy comparisons to the second song on Happier Than Ever, “I Didn’t Change My Number,” singing in the same intonation during the verse, “I’ve been havin’ dreams/You were in the foyer/I was on my knees/Outside of my body/Watchin’ from above/I see the way you want me/I wanna be the one.” The themes of feeling disconnected/dissociated are on full blast here, with Eilish further ruminating on her inability to fall in love with someone “no matter how bad I want to.”

    That revelation seems to be the direct cause of slowing everything down around the one-minute-thirty-second mark as yet another song on the album splits into two parts, with “Bittersuite” becoming as carnival-like as “The Diner” when Eilish starts to sing the chorus, “I don’t need to breathe when you look at me, all I see is green/And I think that we’re in between everything/I’ve seen/In my dream, have it once a week, can’t land on my feet/Can’t sleep, have you underneath all of my beliefs/Keep it briеf/I’ll wait in the suite/Keep me off my feet.” 

    In another surreal portion of the track, Eilish relishes becoming self-referential as she languidly utters, “We can be discrete…/L’amour de ma vie/Love so bittersweet, mm/Open up the door for me, for me.” The “discrete” line refers to “The Diner,” while “L’amour de ma vie” is a direct mention of a previous song title. What’s more, “love so bittersweet” alludes to “Bittersuite” itself and “open up the door for me” is a nod to “Chihiro.” Clearly, Eilish is feeling secure enough in her songwriting prowess to allow herself to be this meta. 

    Taking us on a few more meandering sonic journeys before ending, “Bittersuite” finally gives way to “Blue,” which has decided “Get Free” by LDR characteristics. This extends, most obviously, to Eilish paralleling the verse, “I wanna move/Out of the black (out of the black)/Into the blue (into the blue)” with “I try to live in black and white, but I’m so blue.” She then repeats phrases from previous songs on the album again, including, “Birds of a feather,” “mon amour,” “open up the door,” “I’m still overseas” and “a bird in a cage.” She even wields a phrase that Madonna took ownership of in 1986, singing, “True blue, true blue/I’m true blue.” Finneas splits the track again at around the one-minute-fifty-five-second mark, giving the second half its own separate personality as Eilish quavers, ​“You were born bluer than a butterfly/Beautiful and so deprived of oxygen/Colder than your father’s eyes/He never learned to sympathize with anyone.”

    At certain points, it sounds like Eilish is trying to drum up sympathy for a nepo baby when she subsequently intones, “You were born reachin’ for your mother’s hands/Victim of your father’s plans to rule the world/Too afraid to step outside/Paranoid and petrified of what you’ve heard.” Her soft, ethereal tone then switches to something slightly more sinister—“demonic” even—when she sings, “But they could say the same ’bout me/I sleep ’bout three hours each night/Means only twenty-one a week now, now/And I could say the same ’bout you/Born blameless, grew up famous too/Just a baby born blue now, now.” Who knows? Maybe this is her empathy song written with her beloved idol, Justin Bieber, in mind. 

    Whatever the case, “Blue” tops anything on When We All Fall Asleep, Where Do We Go? with regard to creating an alternate realm that mirrors Eilish’s rich, often morbid world. And if that was the primary objective of her debut, Hit Me Hard and Soft does it one better, with Eilish achieving the goal she set out to with this record: returning to “2019 me”—with an even spookier 2024 twist.

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