Born to Die attempts to cast Lana Del Rey as the sultry seductress, ever lusting after fame and the boy with the "cocaine heart." But past that pretty-girl pout is nothing but a lost and lovesick ingénue: Think Nancy Sinatra sans the boots. But this juxtaposition works, mostly in the top half ("Born to Die," "Video Games," "Blue Jeans"), as she rolls her smoky pipes around symphonic strings and trip-hop beats, like one of Tricky's sirens. This edition includes the eight-track companion EP, Paradise, where Lana continues to work out her daddy issues via string-laden noir. Go straight to "Ride."