By Lana Del Rey
Whether Lana del Rey is the pop embodiment of surrealist film director David Lynch or not, the special allure of this chronicler of the end of the American dream cannot be doubted.
Video Games, covered so atrociously by Kasabian in the Live Lounge in October, may have propelled Del Rey (born plain ol' Lizzy Grant) into the stratosphere but it's with new single Blue Jeans that she really recreates the lush dreaminess of down-to-earth 1950s America so perfectly.
It's a song that stands head and shoulders above Video Games, although disappointingly the new video has lost the home-made-pop scratchiness of the original and been given a Hollywood makeover. Gone are the cartoons, Super 8 recordings of down-town skaters, white churches and the neon lights of Las Vegas only to be transformed into a nauseating Calvin Klein ad replete with tattooed hunk and, bizarrely, an alligator in a swimming pool.
However it's a song that really doesn't need any camera tricks in the first place although a few extras have been worked into the rerelease. A new orchestral refrain has been tagged on to the start which adds to the ambience at first but jars horribly when it streams into the original Twin Peaks territory intro.
Del Rey's voice rises and falls like the desperate love-lorn character she portrays and the chorus is achingly beautiful, very much Chris Isaak's Wicked Game, even if the lyrics are slightly hackneyed.
It's a stunning track no matter what anyone says about her lips, fakeness or anything else. She may well be pretending to be trailor-trash bad girl and (sugar) daddy may have given her a jump start along the way but just enjoy it for what it is - a sumptuous piece of music as American as cherry pie.