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It’s instructive to picture what this guy would actually look like IRL, some clown with a real emotional haircut, Crocs hanging off his feet, Urban Outfitters leather jacket hung over his IKEA futon, remnants of that Taco Bell burrito with the Fritos in it congregating at the corners of his mouth as he binges on Skyrim, blasts “Pumped Up Kicks” on infinite repeat, and gargles dozens of shots of, like, Goldschläger.
— Rob Harvilla imagines the guy Lana Del Rey is singing about all through her album Born to Die. This part of his review made laugh out loud. I really admire the way Rob integrates glib, humorous bits into his reviews in ways that actually advance his ideas about the record. That’s not always easy to do.
