Lana del Rey’s lullaby and 7 other additional songs

Every Friday, pop reviews for the New York Times are looking at the new most notable songs of the week. Listen to the playlist on Spotify here (or find our profile: nytimes) and at Apple Music hereand register for The amplifierA guide twice a week new and old songs.

Lana Del Rey, “Bluebird”

“BlueBird” – The latest single of the 10th album infused at La Country of Lana Del Rey – has an intimate and retro sound: a relaxed waltz tempo, a acoustic guitar picking, Dulcet strings and an innocent warble in his voice. Behind is concern. She warns someone – a child? A friend? -To escape while they can, while they stay behind to protect them from abuses: “We should not both face him,” she sings. It is an alarm that is delivered as a lullaby: “Find a way to fly,” she urges, oh so sweet. “Pull the sun just,” until I can finally run. “”

Madison Mcferrin, ‘I don’t do it’

Madison Mcferrin transmits a failed commitment to an ironic but dramatic self-assessment: “Did I make a mistake by choosing who / say” I do “?” She sings with crunchy syllables. The syncopated piano chords and the sympathetic support voices allude to the ark with a show air, but a crescendo of distorted electric guitars suggests that certain feelings do not resolve yet.

Grumpy with Claire Rousay and Pink Must, “Harmony”

A mid-time rhythm and boom-chunk is the only relatively stable component of “Harmony”, a collaboration of four experimental experiments of the electronics of the fringe of pop. (Pink Must is a duo.) “Harmony” is a hyperpop ballad which remains in a way victory despite his filtered, offbeat and riding voices, distorted instrumental sounds and angular melody pieces. “When I pray for harmony, it’s for you,” sings Grumpy, no matter how biased the harmonies at the moment.

Released on Good Friday, “I Ain’t Comin ‘Back” offers a advanced posture and allusions to faith, as well as brand placements for alcohol, tobacco and a vintage car. “There are many reasons why I am not Jesus, but the main thing is that I do not come back,” Morgan Wallen and Post Malone sing with gloomy pride. There is an intelligent play on words – “Go throw your pebbles, I will be in a stoned place”, slows down Malone – but the sour self -justice prevails.