Culch Valentine’s: How I learned to stop worrying and love the occasional bang

Hi there gorgeous, So, Valentine’s Day. Starry-eyed loser, star-crossed lover or cross-eyed malcontent, you’re bound to have an opinion on it, yes? Be it a memory, a barely-concealed urge to vomit, a poem for your other half that makes the rest of us vomit, a scribbled note on what a perfect valentine’s would be for you, a history lesson on the relics of St Valentine, an angry swipe at Hallmark, a cry for help because you don’t know your partner much better than you know your postman and you’re deathly scared of trying to shop for them or anything in between, we share those feelings and each day in the run up to the 14th one of Culch’s writers will bring you their own personal Valentine’s thoughts. With love and last-minute garage chocolates, Culch I used to be very righteous about sex. (More a locked knickers type than surfer-esque ‘totally righteous, dude!’) … There’s more

Album Review: Lana Del Rey - Born To Die

I genuinely wanted to like Born To Die. I knew I’d never love it, because the charm of Video Games, Lana Del Rey’s breakthrough hit, was largely lost on me, but I hoped with Born To Die there would be enough substance underneath the style for me to connect with. There wasn’t. Still, I thought I should be measured about the whole thing, that I shouldn’t indulge my disappointment and instead write a professional, thoughtful album review. I don’t want to take the side of those depressingly predictable Lana haters, after all. On the other hand, one really should be honest with one’s album reviews; it’s an obligation I can’t in good faith run away from. So to honour my place as a sensible critic and placate my sense of critical honour, I’m going to give you two reviews of 2012’s most anticipated album. The first is basically my Lana-notes, … There’s more

Sweary’s Jaw: Lana Del Meh

A couple of months back, we were all very excited about Lana Del Rey. Oh, buzzin’ at the chops, we were. A doe-eyed meta-ingénue with big hair and cartoon lips, calling herself a “gangster Nancy Sinatra” and droning like an orgasmic swarm, she was hipster-fodder of the most wonderful composition. And then there was Video Games, her gorgeously retro launch song, which was accompanied by a video that looked home-made and augmented her ethereal growls so beautifully, the entire effect was nigh-on creepy. Lana Del Rey was perfect. But, like everything that the cool kids enjoy, she had to be torn down and picked apart by the cooler kids. What they discovered was that Lana Del Rey’s real name… wasn’t Lana Del Rey. That, far from being a bedroom dreamer who spliced together her own music videos from footage she kept on projector rotation, she was… a professional artist. With … There’s more

You HAVE to hear: Lana Del Rey

Hello. Maybe you know me, maybe you don’t. If we’ve ever conversed face to face or electronically, if I’ve ever bought you a pint or suggested where to have your haircut, in fact, if I’ve ever afforded you a nicety I’m calling in a return. Please, please listen to this song. This is a personal favour to me that you’d be doing. Forget about owing me bus-fare from that time, oh and the first round is on me next time. All because I want to bring this woman into your life. Trust me you’ll thank me later. But who is ‘this woman’? ‘This woman’ has roused me to put finger to keyboard for Culch, which admittedly, I haven’t done for a while. Lana Del Rey, known by day as Lizzy Grant is a singer-songwriter out of NYC. There’s something about her that oozes 1950s, smouldering, screen-starlet and heartbroken lounge singer… … There’s more