But despite the shy-yet-pouty exterior, this is a cocky one. In one song, she intends to define "This is What Makes Us Girls." Del Rey goes much further than Craig Finn or the Weekend by incriminating herself ("Tying cherry knots while I'm doing party favors"), and she rhymes like she's been in battles ("Lying to herself/Cause her liquor's top shelf"). In fact, she caps "Radio" with Kool Moe Dee's old war cry: "How do ya like me now?"
These don't sound like big hits necessarily— "Million Dollar Man" sways like Del Rey's closest analogue, Fiona Apple— but they're pop by default because they obsess on pop things: sex, death, "paradise," getting high, money, and — by extension— fame.
I haven't heard anything this unironically brazen in a while. Indie blogs would hate this chick. Hell, they hated when Rilo Kiley made an album about porn.
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