An unexpected spoken word interlude reading T.S. Eliot’s poem Burnt Norton . ("Time present and time past / Are both perhaps present in time future"). This confirms that Honeymoon is not a pop album; it is a poetry collection set to music.
A devastating confession of burnout. "I got nothing much to live for / Ever since I found my fame." It sounds like a hymn sung in a Hollywood church. The production swells with organ chords and static noise.
A fantastical trip to Italy. Strings swirl like a Verdi opera. Lana sings about "Cacciatore" and "Soft ice cream." It is deliberately kitschy, like a postcard from a doomed romance. "Summer's hot, but I've been cold for years."
One of the most underrated tracks. Lana compares her toxic love to a religious devotion. "You're my religion / You're how I'm living." The gospel-tinged backing vocals contrast with the industrial beat.
Honeymoon was produced almost entirely by her longtime collaborator, Rick Nowels, with minimal input from Dan Auerbach (who helmed Ultraviolence ). The result is a record that strips away the distorted guitars in favor of sweeping strings, haunting harps, and 808 beats so slow they feel like heartbeats.