Chemtrails Over The Country Club
Lana Del Rey’s sixth album dials back the grandiosity in favor of smaller, more intimate moments. It carries a roaming spirit of folk and Americana without losing the romantic melodrama of her best work.
Lana has been chronically drawn to the combustible. Thematically, lyrically, and in reality, her voice has always been incendiary. The groundswell after the BBC interview—the post-interview, welly-eyed “fuck you” directed at media magazines and her detractors—I can think of no artist of her caliber who has drawn a more direct line between the self-abnegation of her pop persona and the person before us. There is no rule in place here, but when the artist’s being starts eclipsing their art, it becomes, for better or worse, part of their art too.