Lana Del Rey’s “Love” in the Era of Trump
"Love" makes me wonder if we've misheard Del Rey's use of nostalgia, mistaking it for the rose-colored (and heart-shaped) variety when instead it produces a fog.
America’s working poor exist in a shadow cast by the harsh light of prosperity. Fantastic Negrito’s “Working Poor” speaks from those shadows, creates light within that space, and insists on being heard.