"the album equivalent of a faked orgasm"

Lana Del Rey: Born to Die | Album Reviews | Pitchfork (via desnoise)

Today in weirdly personal album zings you’d never use for a man*. (And I mean “today in,” damn it; there’s one in every single review, and it’s starting to get uncomfortably telling. Yes, I’m still working on my piece….)

* Alright, I did my “research,” by which I mean I googled “site:pitchfork.com fake orgasm.” Google thinks I’m a perv now. I’d do more extensive research but I’m not going to be late to work because I spent too much time googling the word “orgasm.” Anyway, I came up with two results:

- The Rapture’s Luke, in which the comparison is a compliment at best and a neutral descriptor at worst.

- Donna Summer’s “Love to Love You Baby,” which isn’t an insult because that’s actually what happened in the song.

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The music equivalent of a fake orgasm is a fake orgasm on a record which fails to spark rumours it’s a real one.

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