The Future…

The Future…

Hello Loyal Readers (Are there any of you left?)

I wanted to write a little update since the last time we posted was way back in February of this year.  For those of you who actually used to read the site on a regular basis – you might have noticed that a few months after I wrote a really fucking golden post about Rita Ora (???) and Gerard Butler (:/) we sort of stopped paying for hosting and LA-Deli appeared to vanish in a puff of smoke into the night as we’d done before with

We haven’t exactly been cool to the people who’ve been followers and readers in that regard and for that, I’d like to apologize.

The site was created during a time where there was a hunger for celebrity culture to be lampooned and satirized, and the writers involved actually found it fascinating enough to cover. But unfortunately as the years have worn on and we’ve found ourselves less and less motivated to write for the site, as busy lives intervene.

There was a time when the site looked like it could become a huge, self-sustaining entity in it’s own right, but I had to make some tough choices at that juncture, and opted to put myself through school and pursue my career outside of writing smack talk about Jennifer Aniston’s weirdly shaped vagina (speculation).

Jennifer Aniston’s Weirdly Shaped Vagina will always have a special place in my heart, and I actually do still enjoy writing weird shit on the internet as part of a hobby – but the craving for constant content that is required to survive in the new world of digital media is too intensive for me to be able to keep up with on a daily basis, and as such – I’ll be taking a little time to figure out what to do with this here site, and moving forward accordingly.

What this likely means is;

LA Deli will transform into a smaller version of itself, likely with a new name. There wont be daily updates, so it’ll hopefully be a site you save in your back pocket to whip out once in a while when you are stuck in an airport and want someone over your shoulder to judge you for looking at Mariah Carey videos.

Right now, our traffic is through the floor because we’ve been offline for so long, so being attached to the domain we currently hold doesn’t make a huge deal of sense.

We will update you with our new urls very soon.

Thanks for sticking with us through the years,

Much love

Deli Llama

Two Saints spent the night playing Sudoku

Two Saints spent the night playing Sudoku

Because celebrities have publicists who work day and night to make them seem ultimately like holy beings, if you hear that a celebrity branded “A bit of a schlaggggg really” then you have to really ask yourself how many people they are banging to get that reputation.

With that said and on a totally unrelated note, Rita Ora and Gerard Butler are reportedly bumping uglies according to UsWeekly.

Rita is best known for being the reason that Rob Kardashian tripled in size because she allegedly banged a bunch of guys without a condom behind his back. Rita is also a singer.

Gerard is best known for trying to finger Jennifer Aniston in the ass that one time.  Gerard is also an actor.

To say that both Rita Ora and Gerard Butler would fuck anything that walks is absolutely slanderous and not at all in line with the editorial standards (HA!) of this website, as well as being patently untrue.

It makes 10000000% perfect sense that these two absolutely virginal saints would come together and be so overcome by first-time lust for one another that they threw off their chastity belts, apologized to God for their unholy sin and spent the evening violating themselves by watching Countdown in their hotel room together from opposite sides of the room.

Rita Ora is effectively the modern day Virgin Mary and Gerard Butler is her Joseph, and they probably spent time talking about religion together before having a cup of hot chocolate and lying down for a nice nap. The implications that UsWeekly are making are dark-sided and ungodly.

Tori Spelling is doing this now.

Tori Spelling is doing this now.

Tori Spelling in the early 90’s was the original role-model for nepotism in media. She literally had the talent of an egg and yet was pretty much everywhere. And now, over twenty years later, Tori Spelling is still blazing trails as the original role-model for ‘shamelessly hustling for every last dime when the whole ‘nepotism’ thing stops”.

EW reports that Tori is now the face for that extremely well-known and super-chic brand “Psychic Source”. In case it’s not clear, that means Tori is now the face for a dial up psychic hotline.

And I think that the Psychic Source might have a few legal issues on it’s hands for the lie-telling fuckery that is going on in Tori’s debut ad. In it, an absolutely ravishing Spelling reads

“I’m Tori Spelling, Wife, Mother, Actress”

Which i suspect is a redraft from a more honest version which read:

“I’m Tori Spelling, Shameless, Opportunist, Preying Mantis”.

Tori is obviously the Source spokesperson because she 1000% believes that Psychic Source will help you find the answers and insights you need to truly find a happier you. She’s definitely not just there to help pay off that $38,000 debt American Express is suing her for.

I guess we shouldn’t be mad at Tori Spelling for turning to Psychic Source when staged paparazzi shoots and reality shows turned their back on her; whats a literally shame-free girl to do when she needs to make a buck for more un-necessary cosmetic surgery?


PEW PEW PEW! Star Wars makes more money than life.

PEW PEW PEW! Star Wars makes more money than life.

So the new Star Wars movie hit cinemas this weekend to the sound of a thousand nerd boners exploding all at once. The good news for us is that everyone really loves JJ Abrams reinvention of the saga, which is all fine and well but pushes Alias fans further towards the crushing reality that a reunion is increasingly unlikely.


And the good news for JJ Abrams’ wallet is that Star Wars: The Force Awakens made more in one weekend than the GDP of Dominica. Globally the flick shattered records and grossed $528.9 Million (sound of frustrated Disney executives wishing for an extra $1.1 Million), of which a record-smashing $247.9 Million came from North America. It also nailed a bunch of other records to the wall which you can read here. And with the Holiday period ahead, expect violent battles for Star Wars toys to be making the headlines as this movie continues to serve DOLLA REALNESS to the movie industry.

A few months ago Jurrasic World shocked everyone by making insane amounts of money and Star Wars was always the only likely contender for those records..

Elsewhere in the box office charts, Sisters debuted to a solid $13.9 Million, priming the well-recieved comedy for a long run over the festive period. An end total north of $70 Million is likely.

Oddly, despite shedding 1,000 engagements and many IMAX showings, The Hunger Games: Mockingjay Part 2 had the best top 10 drop of the weekend in the face of Star Wars which is probably good news given the film now trails part one by $35 million. Still, the movie stands a chance of outgrossing Part One in global gross, ensuring the one-two hit serves up a total global grossing of $1.5 Billion, so I’m guessing the widely unpopular decision to split the third chapter in two isn’t so unpopular at Lionsgate HQ. Thanks for the Christmas hookers, sucker audiences!

1). Star Wars: The Force Awakens – $247.97M / Wk 1
2). Alvin & The Chipmunks: The Road Chip – $14.3M / Wk 1
3). Sisters – $13.9M /Wk 1
4). The Hunger Games: Mockingjay – Part 2 – $5.7M (-50%) / Total cume: $254.5M/ Wk 5
5). Creed- $5M (-50%)/ Total cume: $87.8M / Wk 4
6). The Good Dinosaur -$4.35M (-58%)/ Total cume: $96.7M / Wk 4
7). Krampus -$4.1M (-51%)/ Total cume: $35.1M/ Wk 3
8). In The Heart of the Sea – $3.5M (-68%)/ Total cume: $18.6M / Wk 2
9). Dilwale – $1.9M / Wk 1
10). Bajirao Mastani – $1.7M /Wk 1

Top 10 Albums of The Year 2015

Top 10 Albums of The Year 2015

So, it’s that time of year already. Top 10 Albums Lists have hit the web, and we aren’t going to let equally important publications like the New York Times or Rolling Stone get all the glory, join LA Deli as we count down the finest records of the year as well as call out our biggest letdown.

So find out who’s first on the list by Clicking Here.



10. Pageant Material, Kacey Musgraves

Kacey Musgraves has been busy this year; aside from carving out a full-time job as someone literally named as Barbies country cousin, she’s been carving a reputation for herself outside of the Nashville scene as an accidental crossover artist. Yet unlike Taylor Swift before her, Musgraves’ records to date have been pure country through-and-through. Has there ever been a song written more country than “Are You Sure”, her collaboration with Willy Nelson?

With Carrie Underwood’s latest collections sounding increasingly samey and overwrought – the twee and laid back Pageant Material is a welcome throwback to a friendlier, more upbeat time out in the country (more on that later) and sparkles with the pageant era quality which the artwork evokes.

How country is this? Well, the album features a track called Biscuits and another called Cup O Tea – so pretty fuckin country sums it up. Biscuits in particular shines as one of the highlights of the album – a beautifully produced feel good track about, essentially, minding your own fucking business.

Sounding like an up-and-coming Miranda Lambert, this should be considered hot favourite for the Grammy for Country record, Musgraves is pretty much set for a stellar upward trajectory from here on out.


9. Eleven (Deluxe Edition), Tina Arena

Tina Arena is, at this stage, a living legend that half the world forgets about. She’s effectively one of the best vocalists of her generation, one vastly consistent in her quality. After a comeback album which surpassed expectations, Eleven represents a joyous “Fuck it, I’m going to make an album of shit-hot, soaring ballads” which it turns out is something no one asked for but everyone needed.

The problem with the ballad is that they are usually (9 times out of 10) pretty shit. With the exception of Adele and maybe Celine, not many pop singers touch ballads with a bargepole – especially with the rise of EDM.

Eleven goes in the opposite direction – and fills an entire record with wall-to-wall potential ballad smashes. Admittedly some of these would probably only appeal to the gays and aunties amongst us, but to dismiss Arena to that arena of fandom would be unfair to her talents as both a vocalist and a songwriter. This is a farm of Tedder-esque superhits Kelly Clarkson would’ve ripped an arm off to release.

The album is filled with tender moments, soaring peaks and crashing sonic troughs delivered with goosebump-raising soul and accuracy by Arena who’s voice remains an accomplishment in it’s own right. Songs like “When You’re Ready to Leave” are affirming Des’ree style incantations about how you are pretty fucking awesome and manage to do so without sounding naff or dated.

Worth noting is that the best songs on the album – Heaven and the emotionally charged Walk With You (as good a pop song as there ever was) only appear on the Deluxe version.


8. Unbreakable, Janet Jackson

She’s back! Looking like a gay lion from Oz, nonetheless, but she’s back!

Janet Jackson finalllllyyyyyy returned to the music scene this year in typical Janet style (quietly, like a sexy whisper) and she wasn’t here for any “here to snatch weaves” nonsense. With Unbreakable, Janet continues to transcend her genre; something made a little easier when you basically invented said genre. At it’s best Unbreakable feels like a throwback to peak Janet, and at it’s worst Unbreakable is pretty good date night music to get down to.

Slow burn R&B is something that few have dared to keep alive in the absence of Janet. Rihanna keeps hinting that she’s up for it, then shies away, whilst the under-rated Ciara can’t catch a commercial break with her take on it. But no-one does it better than Janet.


7. Breathe In Breathe Out, Hilary Duff

Hilary Duff isn’t exactly a name you’d associate with cutting edge pop, and nor will it likely ever be. However her comeback record “Breathe In, Breathe Out” is not only one of the best pure pop releases of the year, but it’s a startling and unexpected lurch forward for Hilary Duff as a musical artist.

Duff’s once painfully thin vocals seem armed with new confidence to deliver surprisingly compelling lyrics like “Oh so you’ve burned me again, I don’t wanna know where you’ve been. I was your new best friend, do you know I’ll treat you like them” and seem like she actually means them.

No, she isn’t suddenly going to win vocalist of the year, but her sweet and often vulnerable voice seems to work surprisingly well with heartache-fueled breakup pop;  a thematic shift which makes Breathe In... her best written, best produced, and most compelling collection to date (and subsequently served as a soundtrack for my own messy breakup, something I never expected a Hilary Duff record would).

How the soaring dancehall jam My Kind wasn’t the blockbuster smash hit of the summer is a testament to the complete lack of marketing that backed up this album, or indeed the failure of label strategy in it’s launch. The accompanying video is a goddamn mess and it still annoys me.

If you’d like to see what “progression” sounds like, compare the above to the astonishingly badBeat of My Heart back from the days when Hilary Duff could sell a bottled fart.  I mean i can’t tell you enough how rubbish I thought Hilary Duff was for so many years, so liking this album was as big as a surprise to me as it is to be writing an article naming it one of my favourites of the year.

As those cut from the mould she helped create get their kit off act wild or exploit high-profile relationships to sell their wares; Duff refuses to fall into any of the expected pop tropes and instead serves up an album of really catchy, really nicely put together pop songs in earnest whilst remaining true to her values, which in itself is no easy task for someone fighting for her comeback.

Detractors thought Breathe In… was a sure-fire flop after the lead single, catchy Sparks, failed to set the charts alight, but it managed to prove that Duff still has a strong following, debuting top 5 in the Billboard 200.

It’s hard to feel like her label really believed in what Duff is trying to do here, and so it all feels a bit like a missed opportunity on that front given the quality of the record. But as this list shows, commercial underperformers are often critically affirming affairs for artists when they need it most; and


6. Ten Love Songs, Susanne Sundfør

Susanne Sundfør is huge in Norway. They can’t get enough of her brand of brooding, swirling synthpop; and with her sixth studio album there should be no further questions as to why that might be.

The record has an identity crisis in the best possible respect. One moment it’s a heartaching-upbeat dance record evoking Scandipop records of the ABBA variety and the next it’s an orchestral interlude which feels like it’d be at home on a Philip Glass score. Lead single “Fade Away” hints at the deeper package you get on Ten – that is to say smart and watertight. Whilst “Delirious” could be one of the (creepiest) top songs of the decade, never mind the year.

One thing that is completely consistent is the quality of the vocals, the melodies and the razor sharp production. Ten is a record you stumble upon per recommendation and are super glad that you did. It’ll please the hipsters, the popsters and the classicists too thanks to it’s stubborn defiance in conforming to a genre and ultimate strength as a result.

This album is scary good and you need to give it a whirl if you haven’t already.

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5. Dark Sky Island, Enya

Let’s just get one thing clear; Dark Sky Island sounds pretty much like every Enya album since Watermark. That is to say that musical progression and diversity are not something anyone at team Enya seem particularly concerned about.

Sure, there are minor thematic differences in the marketing and projection of the records, but essentially you know what you are getting, and it’s not exactly an Armand van Helden dance remix, or that weird time Celine decided to drag it up as a dancefloor lesbian.

With Dark Sky Island, Enya brings her milkshake of multi-layered humming and oohing and ahhing to the yard  atop an incredibly outdated synth machine and the idea that somehow her lyrics serve as anything more than just padding for the sonicscape. But throwback synth is so NOW, and Dark Sky Island totally works if you are willing to stop pretending you are too cool for this.

Songs like The Loxian Gate make you feel like you’re in Game of Thrones (And did you know Enya lives in an actual fucking castle in Ireland? No shit.) and Echoes in the Rain is pure, classic Enya as well as basically the defacto Mum-jam of the year. It’s also the song you’ll subsequently criticise as being naff as hell, only to play the living shit out of on Spotify all through Christmas. Such is the mystical and timeless power of Enya.

I have visions of what an Enya tour might look like. Leagues of hippy-dippy Aunties screaming “YASSSS ENYA MY QWEEEEN” as they show up dressed like Lord of the Rings characters. Ridiculously high scale production values with full orchestra backing and weird projection mapping like you wouldn’t believe. An Enya tour is the holy grail of the music industry given that everything she releases effectively sells relentlessly for years, and with Dark Sky Island that is certainly not about to change. Well played Enya you weird, awesome alien.


4. EMOTION, Carly Rae Jepsen

If we’re looking at this from pure-pop terms, Carly Rae Jepsen’s Emotion is the best album of the year, bar none. It’s almost pop perfection in its blend of throwback synth-driven 80s sounds that not only challenged Taylor Swift’s excellent 1989 in it’s field, but ended up being an all round better record.

What 1989 has over Emotion is a singer who is infinitely more accessible, thereby giving a greater sense of personality to the music. This is something Jepsen is going to struggle with going forward given it was a widespread criticism (one of the very few, this album is sitting on most year-end lists) upon release. If we know nothing about her, how can we relate to her life or struggles? Being a musician is different from being an actor in that the music is a creative outlet that is a reflection of culminated life experiences. Right now the only life experience i know Carly Rae Jepsen has had is a monster-hit a few years ago.

Still, the songs on Emotion are almost all growers in the most serious terms. The light frothy pop initially might sound like nothing new, but once you revisit the songs they begin to burrow into your brain and it strikes that this is actually an incredibly intelligent piece of pop production and songwriting, which it bloody should be given that Jepsen basically employed a farm of talent to make this record perfect.

Tracks like “I Really Like You“, “Run Away with Me” and “LA Hallucinations” are absolute belters, and the rest of the record is fleshed out with sleekly tuned uber pop. In fact, I’d go as far as saying Run Away With Me is one of this era’s finest songs across the board.  Jepsen has been kind to her producers with this one, and it’s clear that she has the vocal chops to tussle with the titans. So it remains a mystery why this album and it’s excellent songs flopped commercially.

Still, Jepsen can walk away from Emotion knowing that she’s broken away from the perception that she’s simply a one-hit wonder, armed with widespread acclaim and respect for putting out an album which as cohesive as it is memorable.


3. Untamed, Cam

Poor Cam. Despite the fact that her label is obviously aware that the huge critical and commercial buzz around her Grammy-nominated single “Burning House” is sort of fundamental to her success, they’ve shafted her with a December release date which will see her lost in the shuffle of Christmas records and ensure she misses almost every Year End list. Well, not this one!

Untamed is, quite simply, the most exciting country-pop debut record since Taylor Swift. It nails the careful juggling act of the two genres and does so with deeply memorable hooks and songwriting.

Cam herself is a refreshing personality, she’s bright, super happy and wears yellow because “it’s like bringing the sunshine with me” which would be gross if she wasn’t so lovely and down to earth. That ray of sunshine is what country music needs a little more of. It’s a genre which often takes itself too seriously,  ironic given the cartoonishness of many of the artists which call it hom

Untamed is at it’s best when it’s marrying biting, heartbroken lyrics with uptempo pop-leaning production. Mayday could be my favourite song of the year, and Hungover on Heartache is nothing short of songwriting genius. The one misfire is “Country Aint Never Been Pretty” which would work if Cam wasn’t a well-manicured beauty in her own right. This idea that all of the women in country music are all dangling their boot-clad legs off the back of a Ford pickup truck drinking moonshine with the boys by the lake every Friday night needs to be put to bed, as no-one’s buying it.

Surely some in the country music community resent Cam’s seemingly out-of-nowhere success, especially since Untamed isn’t strictly a country record, but the record has been five-years in the making and absolutely shows the fruits of a long labour. Flawless and impressively soulful vocals tinker across the most solid production of the year from any genre and the record also pulls off the impossible feat of a flawless debut. With Untamed, hear who Cam is, we hear who Cam could become and then we leave with a feeling that Cam’s got even more to offer down the line.

With Untamed, hear who Cam is, we hear who Cam could become and then we leave with a feeling that Cam’s got even more to offer down the line.


2. Elements, Ludovico Einaudi

Ludovico Einaudi is a rare beast. He has never released a bad record. The ethos for him is “Go transcendent or go home.”Approaching his music without recognising that he is, in fact, a musical genius would be wrong. Single-handedly, Einaudi has built a bridge for classical music into the modern-era and popularised it for a generation. His pieces are exquisitely crafted, gorgeously twisty affairs which toy with the balance between repetition & crescendos to take you on a journey, tell a story, and engage you on a core level.

Elements is another stunning achievement from this musical visionary. Pieces such as Night and Petricor stand out, and Mountain  sums up the album nicely – a haunting walk through an endless winterscape.  For me, this represents his best record since Divenire.

Einaudi’s at his best when he’s punctuating piano with a wistful cello, and nothing here feels totally unfamiliar if you’re already a fan, but what is exciting is that he approaches each record with different inspirations and strives to make sure the music is faithful to that. It’s not a marketing tactic, and his music is evolving. The strong thematics of each record are audible and Elements is a deeply calming, gorgeously restrained and sweeping must-have, another sparkling gem in Einaudi’s untarnished and unchallenged crown as the King of Modern Classical.


1. Liberman, Vanessa Carlton

Let’s get this out of the way with first; I’m a huge Vanessa Carlton fan. It’s not a huge shocker that Liberman sits as my pick of the best record of the year. Im biased. I like her . I really, really like her.

So now, let’s talk about why. It’s nothing to do with her decent but unspectacular debut record Be Not Nobody, which set the charts alight in a way nothing she’s produced since could. It’s about what she did after all that.

Vanessa Carlton, for me, has always served up a bit of a soundtrack for my life. She’s of a similar age, so the things she sings about have always felt relatable and real. She understands love, heartache, and how to put that into lyrical form. She nails the line between earnest and abstract and her melodies as a pop songwriter are unrivalled. She is without a doubt the most underrated musician in modern pop, and it must be frustrating for her that it takes reviews from hipster journals like Pitchfork to make anyone pay attention.

From her second album, the pop-perfect Harmonium, evolution was afoot. Her third effort – Heroes and Thieves – showed strong growth for Carlton as a songwriter – someone moving towards a vision and developing an understanding that truly great records deserve narratives. Rabbits on the Run further honed her abilities with a violent shakeup in her sound and artistic direction for the better – a rebirth into a softer, more ethereal musical force no doubt inspired by her musical benefactors (Stevie Nicks, Steve Osborne). Which brings us to Liberman, the deal-sealer in the transition for Vanessa Carlton from one-hit-wonder to respected musician.

Liberman is staggeringly beautiful, wonderfully crafted, carefully written and is a triumph in the art of restraint. It’s imperfect, it’s honest, it’s creative, and it’s the sound of a woman absolutely where she wants to be sonically – perhaps for the first time in her career.

Vanessa’s voice is in rare form here, tinkling across the flawless melodies like a gentle whisper. Liberman feels ethereal and grows on you with each listen as new flickers in the stripped back production work their way to centre stage. This is a record where Carlton has been free to do what she wants, and various extended outros and short atmospheric pieces like Ascension are testaments to the power of letting artists do what they want.

Nothing Where Something Used to Be is the best pop song Vanessa Carlton has even written, and on the Deluxe version her live rendition rivals or surpasses the studio version. It is a song which surmises Vanessa Carlton quite nicely – a woman who understands broken hearts, melodies and how to pull at the heart strings with a simple key change or a skip in a beat.

Whilst she veers a little close to being the audible equivalent of a dreamcatcher on a few occasions (She really likes singing about Shamans) with songs like House of Seven Swords, others like the awesome Operator infuse the record with a bit of va-va-voom, and Take it Easy is, ironically, bloody exciting to listen to.

One thing Liberman makes no uncertainty about is that Steve Osborne and Vanessa Carlton were destined to work together.  His dreamy productions are the perfect partner to her soothing, growing vocals and his presence is almost as prominent as hers on the record. She’s in good company.

My only criticism is that the record is too short, and that’s probably the best criticism an artist can get. If you haven’t bought Liberman (and not many people have sadly) then BLOODY BUY IT YOU FOOL! It’s worth every dollar.


Most Disappointing Record:  Miley Cyrus & Her Dead Petz

Oh Miley. Sometimes a quest to shock and provoke can be transformative for a career, as with the mediocre Bangerz. But Dead Petz is the surprise album no-one wanted. Perhaps the lack of quality control is why Miley released this one for free, as it could well be a series of offcuts from Bangerz. Creatively confused, Dead Petz is a case of try-hardery that just doesn’t gel. Who knows what sound Cyrus is going for, it’s bloody mad, but it’s a vanity project through and through, and there has to be some point where an artist considers their audience, rather than their projection.

Perhaps this is part of Miley’s masterplan to differentiate herself from the slightly dull stable of post-Disney stars – but Miley, you can always do a punk album instead love.

To be honest, Miley lost us when she said she no longer acknowledges See You Again, which remains her flaw free iconic crowning glory for the lyric “My best friend Leslie say’s Oh she’s just bein Miley!”. Classic songwriting, right there.


Terrence Howard is the flavour of no-ones month

Terrence Howard is the flavour of no-ones month

Terrence  Howard is well known for being an ego as fun to be around as eighteen hours of gently hammering your dick off; so I guess it’s no surprise that his ‘Empire‘ co-star Taraji P Henson looks like she’d rather burn her face in a vat of acid than ever be kissed by Terrence Howard again.

What essentially occurred here was the dramatic recreation of an awkward “ONLY THE MAN TALKS” conversation between a woman in a potentially abusive marriage to her asshole husband that everyone hates. Terrence and Taraji are such talented thespians they created their own ad-hoc dramatic performance on the Emmy stage.

I hope Terrence brought some baby wipes because Taraji is in need of some as well as an Emmy of her own for her “Bitch did not just” face.


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