When you find yourself in the snow globe world of Lana Del Rey you immediately realise you couldn’t be anywhere else. The pink-sunset desert vista is sepia-tinted and slightly solarised, the smell a mixture of bougainvillea and weed, the whole thing seen through the lens of David Lynch or Kourtney Roy. There are hints of the past, plenty of West Coast pop-cultural references, and a veneer of perennially doomed relationships.
It is VERY Lana.
