A bad track disguised behind a hot commodity
You’re the hottest commodity in all of Popland. What’s next? Rope in Fame Academy’s David Sneddon to pen a song for you, obviously. The rest is lamentably inevitable: Lana sort-of-raps, and it’s dire. She blunders her way through ham-fisted lyrics that have all the subtlety you’d expect from a man who once rhymed “café” with “coffee”. And Sneddon laughs giddily on his way to the bank, delirious that he’s conned the record-buying public once more.