And when he calls,
He calls for me… and not for you.
"Compared to Born to Die, the new album sounds far more like straight-up rock music, recorded in live takes with a Nashville band. The album feels like a sprawling American desert, devastatingly huge, windswept by shrieking electric guitars. Lana Del Rey is surrounded by ghosts and completely alone, the last lines of her verses reverbed out and leading nowhere forever. We could go back to the start, she sings on the title track, but I don’t know where we are. She seems to have found confidence in psych-rock and narcotized swing. Some songs are a big “fuck you” to all of the people who pretend knowing everything about her while they don’t."