By cooing about fast cars and "houses that stay the same" VÉRITÉ opens herself up to an avalanche of inevitable comparisons to Lana Del Rey. But there's a crossover star already blazing in the young New Yorker - the precise archetype that Lizzie Grant has always shunned.

Musing on present day love's acute flash-in-the-pan nature, she hits notes that Lady Gaga would positively brim with pride at: "We're on the edge of a shotgun, ready to blow/And we can fall in love for the weekend." She doesn't pack the same number of emotional gut-punches into 'Weekend' as she did her iridescent breakup paean, 'Strange Enough', but VÉRITÉ's chameleonic pop textures continue to surprise and enchant.