I am, if nothing else, impressed by the endless stream of new songs Lana Del Rey keeps pumping out, it’s an impressive rate and even if you hate her for some imagined slight to your indie cred you have to kind of respect the machine that seems to keep her running with perpetual new content and appearances, this is a flame that could have burned out very quickly a very long time ago in pop culture terms.  Not that she has quite the heat she did a year ago but then again she hasn’t been on Saturday Night Live spinning around recently.  I am on the record saying I like a couple of her songs, dislike one or two, and find a lot of it just kind of uninspiring.  This isn’t really that damning, I described a lot of pop music to be honest, the album as an art form is arguable as a thing in any genre but has hardly been the yield of top 40 radio over the year (I mean I fucking LOVE Off the Wall but they aren’t all gold and it is a collection of songs, not a personal statement, unless that personal statement is “I can make better singles than you”).  Anyway, Lana is someone I seem to need to be in a certain mood for, a lot of the time I just don’t care, it isn’t that she isn’t pretty, she is pretty, it is that she evokes little passion in me.  Then some days I realize she is very attractive in a somewhat unique way.  Today is one of those days.  Today I want to fuck Lana Del Rey.