theeternalstars

the heart attack I just had...

I never said Jem Aswad was a cunt.
Jem Aswad is my friend.

My comment that didn’t make it past moderation : 
This is a poor review. The writer dutifully describes the general sound of the record and touches upon Del Rey's public persona, but unfortunately fails to stand back and critically appraise the album as a body of work.
 
Where he does make statements of opinion, they are often unsubstantiated and miss the mark. Where are the 'jarringly explicit lyrics about sex and violence'? Are they particularly explicit when compared to what is considered the norm in pop music today? Why are they jarring - do they stick out like a sore thumb from the songs in which they reside, or is it perhaps because the artist is a woman?
 
Why do the final three songs drag down its overall score? Is it merely because they are slow piano ballads? Why hasn't the critic deigned to mention the final track (arguably the emotional centrepiece of the record) at all, but has managed to shoehorn in clumsy comparisons to Quentin Tarantino in four out of eight paragraphs?
 
The final paragraph sums up what is wrong with the review: the reader is left in the dark as to whether Mr Aswad thinks that the record is a good album or a bad album - only that it is a Lana Del Rey album.
 
 
edit: I might email metacritic to ask them to not count it since it’s so poorly written

the heart attack I just had...

the heart attack I just had...

the heart attack I just had...

the heart attack I just had...

Email the LAtimes reviewer to let them know that their review may have been misconstrued and for them to clarify (and then hope they don’t give an even lower score )

Email the LAtimes reviewer to let them know that their review may have been misconstrued and for them to clarify (and then hope they don’t give an even lower score )

I deadass had a nightmare (literally a nightmare) I woke up to find Pitchfork giving her 6.7 why am I so invested

I never said Jem Aswad was a cunt.
Jem Aswad is my friend.

I never said Jem Aswad was a cunt.
Jem Aswad is my friend.

I never said Jem Aswad was a cunt.
Jem Aswad is my friend.

I never said Jem Aswad was a cunt.
Jem Aswad is my friend.

My comment that didn’t make it past moderation : 
This is a poor review. The writer dutifully describes the general sound of the record and touches upon Del Rey's public persona, but unfortunately fails to stand back and critically appraise the album as a body of work.
 
Where he does make statements of opinion, they are often unsubstantiated and miss the mark. Where are the 'jarringly explicit lyrics about sex and violence'? Are they particularly explicit when compared to what is considered the norm in pop music today? Why are they jarring - do they stick out like a sore thumb from the songs in which they reside, or is it perhaps because the artist is a woman?
 
Why do the final three songs drag down its overall score? Is it merely because they are slow piano ballads? Why hasn't the critic deigned to mention the final track (arguably the emotional centrepiece of the record) at all, but has managed to shoehorn in clumsy comparisons to Quentin Tarantino in four out of eight paragraphs?
 
The final paragraph sums up what is wrong with the review: the reader is left in the dark as to whether Mr Aswad thinks that the record is a good album or a bad album - only that it is a Lana Del Rey album.
 
 
edit: I might email metacritic to ask them to not count it since it’s so poorly written

Neil McCormick’s review for the Telegraph was also trash. The UK letting her down

I also miss Graham. 

My comment that didn’t make it past moderation : 
This is a poor review. The writer dutifully describes the general sound of the record and touches upon Del Rey's public persona, but unfortunately fails to stand back and critically appraise the album as a body of work.
 
Where he does make statements of opinion, they are often unsubstantiated and miss the mark. Where are the 'jarringly explicit lyrics about sex and violence'? Are they particularly explicit when compared to what is considered the norm in pop music today? Why are they jarring - do they stick out like a sore thumb from the songs in which they reside, or is it perhaps because the artist is a woman?
 
Why do the final three songs drag down its overall score? Is it merely because they are slow piano ballads? Why hasn't the critic deigned to mention the final track (arguably the emotional centrepiece of the record) at all, but has managed to shoehorn in clumsy comparisons to Quentin Tarantino in four out of eight paragraphs?
 
The final paragraph sums up what is wrong with the review: the reader is left in the dark as to whether Mr Aswad thinks that the record is a good album or a bad album - only that it is a Lana Del Rey album.
 
 
edit: I might email metacritic to ask them to not count it since it’s so poorly written