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The Black Lips return with their 10th studio effort Apocalypse Love, scorched with their trademark menace, it cryogenically mutates all recognised musical bases; it spins yarns about vintage Soviet synths, Benzedrine stupors, coup de tats, stolen valor and certified destruction, all set against a black setting sun.
Since the turn of the decade the band have transformed from austere country pioneers, into a set of Lynchian surrealists, hellbent on recalibrating the history of rock n roll. Singer and saxophonist Zumi Rosow muses, Its a weird dance record, one that reflects the moment that the worlds in right now Apocalypse Love is an album that emanates from a dive bar jukebox in the back of your mind; with a playlist that bends between tub thumping doom-glam, Plastic Ono singalongs, cocktail-shaken space age pop, Morricone reverberations and lo-fi outsider acoustic-punk, with mariachi horns, theremins, drum machines and harmonies filtering through the infectious melodies. Stand-out number Among The Dunes is an amorphous platform-heeled anthem, a signature sax-fuelled stomper filled with trippy swagger. While opener No Rave proffers a hypnotic locked groove, with Cole Alexanders trademark snarl delivered over a sulphurous wall of distorted hedonism, a dystopian anthem for an apocalyptic manifesto. Meanwhile, the twisted exotica of Whips Of Holly with its silver screen faade is like the soundtrack to a classic Theda Bara vamp-fest. As the band venture into their third decade, Apocalypse Love is proof that The Black Lips show no sign of slowing down
A wonderful new chapter The world may be on fire, but at least we have Black Lips. The Line Of Best Fit // Simply masters in their field NME //
