Eventually, you start to feel like you’re in the studio alongside her, listening past the fade out as she tweaks and ornaments the music to keep herself interested. As she moves from verse to pre-chorus to chorus, she lets the seams show, each section finding its own distinct atmosphere with ghostly harmonies, off-time cymbal taps, and, near the end, a hoarse, Fetch the Bolt Cutters wail. Unlike the Great Gatsby roleplay of her early work, all the action takes place in the present day-which we recognize instantly because the opening line goes, “Grenadine, quarantine, I like you a lot/It’s LA, ‘Hey’ on Zoom, Target parking lot.” And while it was once easy to label Lana a pop artist-someone whose songwriting worked with tight structures and hooks, accompanied by fancy videos and dance remixes-“Black Bathing Suit” breaks from any confines. This is all Lana 101.īut there are crucial updates. She writes with a casual sense of fatalism about loneliness (“If this is the end, I want a boyfriend”) and ennui (“When I’m being honest, I’m tired of this shit”), drawing our attention to the titular item of clothing with a sense of focus that, when applied in horror films, generally leads us to believe this object will later be used to identify a body. She self-identifies as a “bad girl,” someone with a price on her head, living on borrowed time. So let’s take this opportunity to check in on the state of her art with a standout track called “Black Bathing Suit.” The subject matter remains in her wheelhouse.
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