"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. (via perpetua)
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    I try to do this as much as I can, but striking the right chord—as is done here—is essential. Too often on American...
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    -perpetua YESSS, the Goldschläger detail is what got me. No Crocs, though. No one sings love songs about anyone wearing...
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    Die Rob Harvilla wins the zinger award...the year with this review! Probably the most...
  11. likeapairofbottlerockets said: jagerbombs or mikes hard would have been a better choice (but yeah this is great)
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