Pop & Miscellaneous The best music site on the web there is where you can read about and listen to blues, jazz, classical music and much more. This is your ultimate music resource. Tons of albums can be found within. http://theblues-thatjazz.com/en/pop-miscellaneous/3105.html Fri, 03 Apr 2020 14:21:57 +0000 Joomla! 1.5 - Open Source Content Management en-gb Lana Del Rey - Ultraviolence (2014) http://theblues-thatjazz.com/en/pop-miscellaneous/3105-lana-del-rey/18087-lana-del-rey-ultraviolence-2014.html http://theblues-thatjazz.com/en/pop-miscellaneous/3105-lana-del-rey/18087-lana-del-rey-ultraviolence-2014.html Lana Del Rey - Ultraviolence (2014)

Image could not be displayed. Check browser for compatibility.

01. Cruel World
02. Ultraviolence
03. Shades of Cool
04. Brooklyn Baby
05. West Coast
06. Sad Girl
07. Pretty When You Cry
08. Money Power Glory
09. F****d My Way Up To The Top
10. Old Money
11. The Other Woman
12. West Coast (Radio Mix)
13. Black Beauty
14. Guns and Roses
15. Florida Kilos
16. Is This Happiness
17. West Coast (Radio Mix)
18. Cruel World (Clean)
19. Brooklyn Baby (Clean)
20. Pretty When You Cry (Clean)
21. Fucked My Way Up To the Top (Clean)
22. West Coast (ZHU Remix)
23. West Coast (Ten Ven Remix)
24. West Coast (The GRADES Icon Mix)
25. West Coast (MK Remix)


The maelstrom of hype surrounding self-modeled Hollywood pop star Lana Del Rey's 2012 breakthrough album, Born to Die, found critics, listeners, and pop culture aficionados divided about her detached, hyper-stylized approach to every aspect of her music and public persona. What managed to get overlooked by many was that Born to Die made such a polarizing impression because it actually offered something that didn't sound like anything else. Del Rey's sultry, overstated orchestral pop recast her as some sort of vaguely imagined chanteuse for a generation raised on Adderall and the Internet, with heavy doses of Twin Peaks atmosphere adding a creepy sheen to intentionally vapid (and undeniably catchy) radio hits. Follow-up album Ultraviolence shifts gears considerably, building a thick, slow-moving atmosphere with its languid songs and opulent arrangements. Gone are the big beats and glossy production that resulted in tracks like "Summertime Sadness." Instead, Ultraviolence begins with the protracted, rolling melancholia of "Cruel World," nearly seven minutes of what feels like a sad, reverb-drenched daydream. The song sets the stage for the rest of the album, which simmers with a haunted, yearning feeling but never boils over. Even the most pop-friendly moments here are steeped in patient, jazz-inflected moodiness, as with the sad-eyed longing of "Shades of Cool" or the unexpected tempo changes that connect the slinky verses of single "West Coast" to their syrupy, swaying choruses. Production from the Black Keys' Dan Auerbach might have something to do with the metered restraint that permeates the album, with songs like "Sad Girl" carrying some of the slow-burning touches of greasy blues-rock Auerbach is known for. A few puzzling moments break up the continuity of the album. The somewhat hooky elements of "Brooklyn Baby" can't quite rise above its disjointed song structure and cringeable lyrics that could be taken either as mockery of the hipster lifestyle or self-parody. "Money Power Glory" steps briefly out of the overall dreamscape of the album, sounding like a tossed-off outtake from the Born to Die sessions. Despite these mild missteps, Ultraviolence thrives for the most part in its density, meant clearly to be absorbed as an entire experience, with even its weaker pieces contributing to a mood that's consumptive, sexy, and as eerie as big-budget pop music gets. Del Rey's loudest detractors criticized her music as a hollow, cliché-ridden product designed by the music industry and lacking the type of substance that makes real pop stars pop. Ultraviolence asserts that as a songwriter, she has complete control of her craft, deciding on songs far less flashy or immediate but still uniquely captivating. As these songs shift her sound into more mature and nuanced places, it becomes clear that every deadpan affectation, lispy lyric, and overblown allusion to desperate living has been a knowing move in the creation of the strange, beguiling character -- and sonic experience -- we know as Lana Del Rey. ---Fred Thomas, Rovi


Ultraviolence, bo taki tytuł nosi druga studyjna płyta Lany, jest następcą wydanego na początku 2012 roku krążka Born to Die. Debiutancki album artystki swego czasu robił na mnie ogromne wrażenie. Były dni, kiedy nie słuchałam niczego innego. Dziś emocje, jakie towarzyszyły mi sięgając po takie kawałki jak Summertime Sadness czy National Anthem, już opadły. Mimo wszystko Born to Die jest płytą na wysokim poziomie. Lana zawiesiła sobie poprzeczkę niezwykle wysoko. Nagrać pierwszy album jest ponoć łatwo. Dużo trudniejszym zadaniem jest zaprezentować potem materiał nie tylko lepszy, ale i ciekawszy i bardziej intrygujący. Przyprawiający o ciarki. Nie wiem jak, ale Lanie się to udało. ---Zuzanna Janicka, allaboutmusic.pl

download (mp3 @320 kbs):

yandex mediafire zalivalka cloudmailru



administration@theblues-thatjazz.com (bluelover) Lana Del Rey Tue, 14 Jul 2015 15:41:38 +0000
Lana Del Rey – Born To Die (2012) http://theblues-thatjazz.com/en/pop-miscellaneous/3105-lana-del-rey/11609-lana-del-rey-born-to-die-2012.html http://theblues-thatjazz.com/en/pop-miscellaneous/3105-lana-del-rey/11609-lana-del-rey-born-to-die-2012.html Lana Del Rey – Born To Die (2012)

Image could not be displayed. Check browser for compatibility.

01. Born to Die (4:46)
02. Off to the Races (5:00)
03. Blue Jeans (remastered) (3:29)		play
04. Video Games (remastered) (4:42)
05. Diet Mountain Dew (3:43)
06. National Anthem (3:51)
07. Dark Paradise (4:03)
08. Radio (3:35)		play
09. Carmen (4:09)
10. Million Dollar Man (3:52)
11. Summertime Sadness (4:25)
12. This Is What Makes Us Girls (3:58)


It's hard not to feel a twinge of sympathy for Lana Del Rey. She's hardly the first pop star in history to indulge in a spot of pragmatic reinvention that muddies her comfortable background, but you'd certainly think she was. You can barely hear the music over the carping, which appears to be getting louder as her debut album approaches: a cynic might say that's just as well, given the recent Saturday Night Live appearance in which she demonstrated her uncanny mastery of the vocal style deployed by Ian Brown during the Stone Roses' later years – she honked like the foghorn on Portland Bill lighthouse. But one off-key TV spot is surely not a career-ending disaster. Perhaps the arrival of Born to Die will silence the controversy and shift attention to the songs.

Or perhaps not. There's something impressive about her desire to brazen it out, but you do wonder at the wisdom of including Radio, one of those how-do-you-like-me-now? songs in which the singer revisits their terrible struggle to achieve fame. "No one even knows how hard life was," she sings, "no one even knows what life was like," which does rather invite the response: indeed not, but given that your father was not only extremely wealthy but so supportive that he took to the pages of the Adirondack Daily Enterprise to promote your debut album I'll hazard a guess at (a) probably not that hard and (b) basically quite nice.

There's always the chance that she's playing a character, although that seems doubtful, because when Lana Del Rey is in character, she really lets you know about it. The one truly disappointing thing about Born to Die isn't the sound, which understandably sticks fast to the appealing blueprint from Video Games and Blue Jeans: sumptuous orchestration, twangs of Twin Peaks-theme guitar and bum-bum-TISH drums. Nor is it her voice, which is fine: a bit reedy on the high notes, but nothing to get you reaching for the earplugs. It's the lyrics, which in contrast to Video Games's beguiling description of a mundane love affair, are incredibly heavy-handed in their attempts to convince you that Lana Del Rey is the doomed but devoted partner of a kind of Athena poster bad boy, all white vest, cheekbones and dangling ciggie. The reckless criminality of their lifestyle is expressed via hip-hop slang – "yo", "imma ride or die", and, a little Ali Gishly, "booyah" – and the depth of their love through romance-novel cliches ("you are my one true love"). It's Mills and Booyah.

The problem is that Del Rey doesn't have the lyrical equipment to develop a persona throughout the album. After the umpteenth song in which she either puts her red dress on or takes her red dress off, informs you of her imminent death and kisses her partner hard while telling him she'll love him 'til the end of time, you start longing for a song in which Del Rey settles down with Keith from HR, moves to Great Yarmouth and takes advantage of the DFS half-price winter sale.

The best thing to do is ignore the lyrics; easy enough given how magnificently most of the melodies have been constructed. Video Games sounded like a unique single, but as it turns out, it was anything but a one-off: the album is packed with similarly beautiful stuff. National Anthem soars gloriously away from a string motif that sounds not unlike that sampled on the Verve's Bitter Sweet Symphony. There's something effortless about the melodies of Diet Mountain Dew and Dark Paradise: they just sweep the listener along with them. The quality is high throughout, which is presumably what you get if you assemble a crack team of co-writers, including Heart FM king Rick Nowels, author of Ronan Keating's Life Is a Rollercoaster, Dido's White Flag and Belinda Carlisle's Heaven Is a Place on Earth.

You could argue that his presence recontextualises Born to Die, drawing it away from the world of the indie singer-songwriter she was initially thought to inhabit and firmly into the mainstream. It fits better there, where no one bores on about authenticity and lyrics matter less than whether your songs' hooks sink deep into the listener's skin. What Born to Die isn't is the thing Lana Del Rey seems to think it is, which is a coruscating journey into the dark heart of a troubled soul. If you concentrate too hard on her attempts to conjure that up, it just sounds a bit daft. What it is, is beautifully turned pop music, which is more than enough. --- Alexis Petridis, guardian.co.uk

download (mp3 @VBR kbs):

yandex 4shared mega mediafire uloz.to cloudmailru uptobox ge.tt



administration@theblues-thatjazz.com (bluelover) Lana Del Rey Tue, 07 Feb 2012 20:49:18 +0000