All Night Long on that Open Road, Lana Del Rey.

We see ya LDR, swingin' on that dusty tyre down some Nevadan nook. We hear that similarly cruddy gruff seepin' out from that soil-freckled pout, y'all. And for one reason or other, it still shacks up deep down in ma' heart o' hearts. Lana Del Rey releases the Born To Die – The Paradise Edition November 12th, striking whilst the iron remains at least afire and this one preludes it. Ride, produced (somewhat bewilderingly I ought add) by Rick Rubin of all people, is one of eight fresh tracks to be included in this great, bigger than a beehive bundle of LDR obsessional – the box set of which is also to include her smokin' take on Bobby Vinton's Blue Velvet.

But to return to the track at ear, its opening recalls the uplifting pianistic ascent of Born To Die before Del Rey puts in her finest Johnny Cash impersonation: "I've been out on that open road", she ingenuously grumbles. "You can be my full-time daddy", she continues as she returns to the downtrodden, good girl gone lost subject matters of the LP. It kinda sounds like Hot Chip's Made In The Dark had the oddball popsters' third full-length been produced by Phil Collins and pumped up with his penchant for the overwrought, but it works. As ever. Stylistically, it's something of a hodgepodge: the point at which she laments of "travellin' too long" and of "tryin' too hard with one pretty song" exudes insincerity, whilst the swooping line of "birds on the summer breeze" to follow has Neil Young's Harvest springing to mind, only for its eventual chorus to sound like The Verve on a bad day or Delays on one of their best. "I just ride", sighs she and indeed the best course of action is to just keep on rolling with it.

Lana Del Rey plays London's iTunes Festival tonight (September 25th).