I want blood, guts, and angel cake. I'm gonna puke it anyway.

So given that my waking life currently consists of attending drama classes at college, constantly avoiding the other drama students at college, and watching hours upon hours of Food Network, I don't have much to talk about in regards to personal blogging.

But something I can drone on about forever is my continuing and ever expanding love for music. Due to her upcoming gig in my home-town and the latter's advertising campaign as the new face and figure of H&M, Marina Diamandis (of and the Diamonds) and Lana Del Rey are both my current musical obsessions. Both women's styles in appearance and also the music they produce have sparked endless comparisons by critics, and despite the blatant differences in nationalities and personalities, I can only agree.

The bouffant hair, the glossy nude pouts, but above all the sublime fakery that oozes out of every orifice. And of course the way you can sense just how damn proud they are of it. They're almost over-groomed caricatures of ladies from a vintage age. Combined with a solemn glazed look in their eye when performing brutally truthful ballads tinged with poppy beats, the often haunting lyrics of their own self esteem and relationship misfortunes, and the surprisingly impressive ranges their voices take. A sultry verse sang with deep tones that must've been gained from excessive amounts of cigarettes easily transforms into a 'girly' generic chorus, and I absolutely adore it.

Marina Diamandis first found 'mainstream' fame with her hugely popular Hollywood. She sang of desperately craving that wealthy American lifestyle, the kind you just don't find in her home town of Abergavenny in Wales. Although it could have been construed as a mockery of the tiny dog toting inhumanely white teeth flashing utterly self obsessed Yank way of living, she's since confirmed just how sincere her lyrics are. I would be lying if I said I didn't sympathise with her slight disappointment of not being born in the US of A. The outsiders view of the shiny promised land is too appealing. Marina continues this desire in her new album, especially in one of my personal favourites Teen Idle, in which she describes her longing for being a "prom queen" and a "bottle blonde". The latter experience she attempted in preparation for her sophomore album, a stark contrast to her previously jet black locks. However she has recently admitted the hair dying only resulted in her hair falling out, and for the last few months she's been wearing a wig. Fake and yet entirely honest about it. This odd combination makes her one of my favourite artists around right now, and I'm so excited for the opportunity to see her perform live.

Elizabeth Woolridge Grant, much better known by her stage name of Lana Del Rey, popped up out of nowhere. Well okay that's probably not quite the case but it certainly seemed like it to me. I was browsing Tumblr when I noticed her video for Born To Die, captioned simply with something along the lines of "Watch this. Watch this now."  Needless to say I did, and although I wasn't completely hooked at first, I was extremely intrigued. I managed to become obsessed with her debut album through plays on Spotify, right at that point before her music became more popular, as I often do in order to have the high-and-mighty position of I HEARD HER BEFORE YOU DID. Although her music has much more slippage into an alternative hip hop, her lyrics and beautifully low range of voice are very reminiscent of Marinas. The obvious difference being that Lana is a genuine resident of the US, and she references her love of the lifestyle many times in her work. Dropping in "red, white, blue's in the sky", "Diet Mountain Dew, baby New York City", and "lived on the dark side of the American Dream", her not so subtle appreciations of the culture reflect such ideals that many only covet. Yet her often superficial words are frequently juxtaposed by those of sinister romance and loneliness, revealing a vulnerable depth to this American beauty and ensuring I never go long without listening to her velvety music. And although her live performances have been slated, I'm still patiently awaiting a Scottish tour date..

I've now rambled and excessively adulated long enough I think. Time for another marathon of Man v Food. Or Cupcake Wars. I need a hobby.