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Lana del Rey
Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me, but I've got it
Lana Del Rey's new album is called Norman Fucking Rockwell. I will take two, please. Either you buy the shtick of a woman who sings "ripping in my bading white dress, 24/7 Sylvia Plath / writing blood on the walls", or you have a dull time, with very little diaphanous- nothing in your wardrobe. A piano rises and falls, Lana shivers in her tears, the best / worst friend of all time, and goes to the bedside table where she keeps the phenobarbital. Pretty.
The chemical brothers
MAH
Few 70s movies are more relevant today than Network. So it is wise for Chems to pamper Howard Beale's "crazy as hell" pay line, filter it through one of their synth patches to demonic possession and transform our psychosis of modern media. Tom and Ed have often given way to more techno lace, but sinister bruxism players remain their main badet.
Axl Rose
Rock the Rock
After nine years of Chinese democracy, Axl Rose has eased his expectations by a) never declaring that he was going out of new material, b) being obviously crazy, c) making his first new track in 10 years of music from background for a new series of Bugs Bunny cartoons. And would you believe it? The management of expectations is paramount: Rock-the-Rock's two-note choir is killing.
Rome
Who alone Europe knows
"What do they know about Europe, that only Europe knows?", S questions Luxembourgish folklore Jerome Reuter. True. I always think of it more like "What do they know about Luton, than only Luton knows?", But the bottom line is: sometimes you have to go to Dunstable to find out what you really miss. Anyway, it's a glorious torch song that looks like 100 Beiruts fired by German howitzers in Verdun.
Westlife
Hello my love
What is this new infernal age of shrunken manbands? We are already at three types: Take That. Now, a return of four Westlife guys. Perfectly formulated to cross this no-man's land between the modern tinkly house hymn and the old slush ballad school, this may be the least bad thing Westlife has ever done. And you can have that as a quote for album cover ads, guys. This is not surprising: the bad pop elf Ed Sheeran wrote it for them.
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