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Album review, Lana Del Rey’s ‘Born to Die’

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By Austin Metz
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“Born to Die,” Lana Del Rey’s second studio album, has been released to mixed reviews by critics and listeners alike.

The album features lyrics that touch on the struggles of growing up, drinking excessively, and blah, blah, blah. The real truth? The album and its lyrics are a mess.

Sometimes compared to the soulful Frank Sinatra, Lana Del Rey’s voice more closely resembles the always monotone Ben Stein.

The album’s first song, “Born to Die” starts out with the sound of a string quartet but is quickly overpowered by Del Rey’s slightly confused voice and gives listeners a preview of what to expect for the entire album.

Released around the time of Del Rey’s terrible performance of “Video Games” on Saturday Night Live, I went into the album thinking that maybe it was a simple case of the nerves.

After listening to “Video Games,” which is the fourth song on the album, I realized that Del Rey sounds just as bad on the album as she does live.

Following “Video Games” is Del Rey’s attempt to pair her singing with a hip-hop beat. Titled “Diet Mountain Dew,” I felt like I was struggling just to understand the jumbled mess of words and was never able to understand what was actually going on in the song.

There are a few okay songs on the album, “Radio” being one of them, but overall, the album is mediocre at best.

The album closes with “This Is What Makes Us Girls,” which talks about growing up and the partying involved. I wasn’t able to make it 40 seconds without being distracted by the background singers as they echoed the words “Pabst Blue Ribbon on ice.” That’s right, Pabst Blue Ribbon – home of the “dirty 30” – on ice is what makes Del Rey a girl. Do I really need to say more?

Del Rey’s voice seems to be stuck in a single octave the entire album, and the only way this album could be enjoyed is if it was listened to in a deep state of depression in a dimly lit room all alone.

Is she the female version of Frank Sinatra as some have said? I don’t think so. I also don’t think this album is worth the $7.99 it’s going for on iTunes.