This album doesn’t know what it is. It’s really odd and wildly inconsistent. There are a couple of decent tunes, but the real elephant in the room is Lana’s voice. It’s just fucking weird. She drifts from vocal tics that sound like suppressed hiccups, to the occasional strained croak of someone desperately looking for a toilet but knowing that it’s already too late. Strangely enough, It almost feels like it could work with the right type of music. Just not with this type of middle of the road indie-pop.

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