I can never attach a color or a concrete theme to a Lana del Rey album. Normally a loving album is pink, a party one is, perhaps, yellow and a death one is black. But what if we translate someone's feelings about friends, family, heartbreak, lockdown, post-pandemic life, nostalgia and the natural world into the most beautiful melodies ever made and, to confuse us more, name the album after a color that doesn't fit its meaning? You get beautiful artistic chaos.
I loved every single second of ... read more