[ed. Hadn't heard this one before (not much of a fan) but its pretty good, and the only song lauded in an otherwise pretty brutal essay on the emptiness of music today ("audio furniture"). The principal personification of this being the musician and producer Jack Antonoff: Dream of Antonoffication | Pop Music’s Blandest Prophet (Drift):]
"Then there is “Venice Bitch.” It is the one piece of music Antonoff has had a hand in that is downright numinous, with that hypnotic guitar figure pulsing away as the song dissolves into a six-minute vibe collage. The production is suffused with that signature, unshakeable Jack emptiness. But “Venice Bitch” works in large part because Lana embraces the emptiness and uses it to deliberate effect, rather than trying to fill it up with overheated emoting."
