Like the rest of her second album, Ultraviolence, it was recorded with a live band while Lana sang into a handheld mic in the room next door (out of necessity, not because she forbids anyone to look directly at her, although I could believe that, too). And the song has really grown on me over the last couple of weeks - the tricky tempo changes and keyboard blips* slowly revealing a surprisingly adhesive melody.
The video, premiered today, is none more Lana. It's black and white - naturally - with lingering shots of open-top cars, scrawny men from the wrong side of the tracks (male models with temporary tattoos) and Lana taking long, languorous drags on a cigarette.
Watch, as they say, below.
* Which have been lifted wholesale from All Saints' Pure Shores, right?