“I’m tired of feeling like I’m fucking crazy” croaks Lana Del Rey like an oversexed frog being dragged against a washboard. ‘Ride’ sticks to the classic LDR template: slo-mo piano chords, a sense of self-indulgent gloom, lyrics about domestic abuse/being horny. Lana hasn’t made me feel so forlorn about pop stardom since Britney shaved all her hair off. Just smile, babe.
Eve Barlow