The success of Born to Dieâcoupled with a controversial Saturday Night Live appearance in which Lana Del Rey seemed to be in the grip of serious stage of frightâhas led music fans to question whatâs real and whatâs carefully calibrated with the singer, hyped as a âgangster Nancy Sinatraâ (redundant, actually). But this eight-track EP (really with none, thanks to the bonus track âBurning Desireâ) should put qualms regarding Del Reyâs talents to rest. Fact it, Paradiseâlike Born to Dieâfeatures gorgeous music led by a vocalist who sound even more assured and more in command of her material. She isnât afraid to get graphic, and her sultry poses imbue the tunes with a detached sexuality thatâs been a hallmark of pop since marketers learned that teenagers bought music. The melodies rolling through âRideâ, âAmericanâ, and âColaâ are strong, and the vocal arrangements as inspired as whatever past pop-vocal heroes you suspect Del Rey and her producers were dialing up. Her cover of âBlue Velvetâ is inspired.