"Ever since Norman Fucking Rockwell!, Lana Del Rey has been tunneling deeper into her own vernacular. The lyrics to her new single, "White Feather Hawk Tail Deer Hunter," read like a pidgin creole of her treasured American ephemera. The John Deere mower from " Blue Bannisters" makes a return; she trades Cocoa Puffs for Rice Krispies, hissing "snap, crackle, pop" like a wretched Keebler elf peering out of a tree hollow."
"Within her potent brew are traces of Buffy Saint-Marie's early Buchla experiments, downtown eccentrics like Laura Nyro and Lotti Golden, and vintage Disney soundtracks. The source of this voodoo, or perhaps its object, is Del Rey's husband, Jeremy Dufrene, who's also credited as a co-writer: "We're a match, he's just in my bone marrow." After a career spent writing paeans to deadbeats and douchebags, of course her take on true love sounds like a horror movie."
Lana Del Rey's "White Feather Hawk Tail Deer Hunter" repurposes Americana fragments into a dense lyric vernacular, swapping brand-name snacks and recalling a John Deere mower. The song blends self-aware domestic humor — "Take my hand off the stove," — with unsettling poetic metaphors that oscillate between Sylvia Plath–style bleakness and camp. Sonic and cultural touchstones include Buffy Saint-Marie's Buchla experiments, downtown singer-songwriters, and vintage Disney soundtracks. Jeremy Dufrene shares songwriting credit and is presented as both source and object of the song's voodoo: "We're a match, he's just in my bone marrow." The track frames true love as cinematic horror.
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