We’re all a little inbred
The war on Christmas let us down
She is the Ava Gardner of the ketamine age. A dozen David Lynch films in sound. Chris Isaak’s ‘Wicked Game’ made even sadder and stretched out for ever.
every day you had a near death experience
we’ve always got time
When we were young
fear of job offers
Internet ideas
Though Del Rey is headlining on Sunday night she is not the closing act, presumably because her hazy Valium anthems are deemed just a little too downbeat to conclude this post-GCSE results, mid-teen bacchanal.
For ‘Pretty When You Cry’ she writhes around on the stage floor, oddly unsensual. For ‘Hope is a Dangerous Thing…’ she appears as a hologram, which seems a perfect metaphor: she is both here and not here.
My life is a hashtag 