Lana Del Rey – NFR! - 2019 Indie Alt Pop Rock - Black Vinyl - Sealed 2LP

Lana Del Rey - NFR! 

 

Label: Polydor – 0840940, Interscope Records – 0840940, Polydor – 060250840940, Interscope Records – 060250840940

2 x Vinyl, LP, Album, Reissue

Gatefold sleeve. Barcode: 602508409400

Country: USA & Europe

Released: 2022

Genre: Rock, Pop

A2 Mariners Apartment Complex

A3 Venice Bitch

 

B4 Fuck It I Love You

B5 Doin' Time

B6 Love Song

B7 Cinnamon Girl

B8 How To Disappear

 

C9 California

C10 The Next Best American Record

C11 The Greatest

 

D12 Bartender

D13 Happiness Is A Butterfly

''Norman Fucking Rockwell! is Lana at her deepest, and it arrives at a time when the history of America as we know it is being rewritten. Norman Rockwell himself illustrated idyllic images of American life and its history, spending 50 years with the Americana propagandists at the weekly Saturday Evening Post. His best-known works used a wondrous narrative style to center comfort and simplicity: A pastoral idea, painted and personified, of the American Dream. Lana neatly cuts through that outmoded fantasy with an emphatic fucking hyphen mark of irreverence, or enthusiasm, or both. As Lana revives American myths, with an empty deadpan that would make Lou Reed proud, she also exposes them. Like the Beach Boys, she’s looking for America; like Elvis, she’s discomfiting; like Dylan, she’s a trickster, and we are all potentially fooled. Lana is one of our most complicated stars, a constantly unresolvable puzzle—someone who once called her own work “more of a psychological music endeavor” than pop. But on Norman Fucking Rockwell! that ground-swelling complexity coheres to reveal an indisputable fact: She is the next best American songwriter, period. Trading much of her hardboiled trap-pop and trip-hop malaise for baroque piano ballads and dazzling folk—equal parts Brill Building precision, windswept Laurel Canyon, and 2019 parlances—Lana has begun a dynamic second act in profundity. “I really do believe that words are one of the last forms of magic,” Lana once said, and she exalts each syllable more than ever here. Where her elegant wordplay once made her the Patron Saint of Internet Feelings, she now sounds like a millennial troubadour—singing tales of beloved bartenders and broken men, of fast cars and all of the senses, of freedom and transformation and the wreckage of being alive. The stakes have never been higher.'' (Pitchfork)