THE EDITED PRESS RELEASE: “The Black Lips’ 10th studio effort Apocalypse Love arrives scorched with their trademark menace. It cryogenically mutates all recognised musical bases; it spins yarns about vintage Soviet synths, Benzedrine stupors, coup d’etats, 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 Lynchian surrealists, hellbent on recalibrating the history of rock ’n’ roll. Singer and saxophonist Zumi Rosow muses, “It’s a weird dance record; one that reflects the moment that the world’s in right now.”
Apocalypse Love is an album that emanates from a dive-bar jukebox in the back of your mind; its playlist bends between tub-thumping doom-glam, Plastic Ono singalongs, cocktail-shaken space-age pop, Morricone reverberations and lo-fi acoustic-punk with mariachi horns, theremins, drum machines and harmonies filtering through the infectious melodies.
Standout number Among The Dunes is an amorphous platform-heeled anthem, a signature sax-fuelled stomper filled with trippy swagger. Opener No Rave proffers a hypnotic locked groove, with Cole Alexander’s trademark snarl delivered over a sulphurous wall of distorted hedonism, creating a dystopian anthem for an apocalyptic manifesto. Meanwhile, the twisted exotica of Whips Of Holly, with its silver screen façade, is like the soundtrack to a classic Theda Bara vamp-fest.
“It’s a mix of all the influences that we’ve accumulated over the years,” says Jared Swilley. “Whether we’re doing an electronic song or a country song, it’s all filtered through us, there’s a distinctive way that we do stuff, so every song has our mark on it.” Zumi continues: “We wrote the album during lockdown so we were all in different places, experiencing different things. Apocalypse Love is just a great title, the perfect followup to The Black Lips Sing In A World That’s Falling Apart, which ended up being quite prophetic.”
Alexander, Black Lips’ guitarist and constant sparring partner of fellow original member Jared, reflects: “Everyone in the band writes, so it gave us the chance to grow into that. We’ve had a lot of changes over the years and it now feels like we have a really strong lineup, with Jeff (Clarke) writing and Oakley (Munson) on drums also contributing to the songs.”
“I’ve never really been an album guy,” says Jared. “Back in the ’50s and ’60s, they didn’t really make albums — they were just a collection of great singles.”
Sellotaped together with lavish arrangements and plenty of wayward noises to expand the Lips’ new panorama, Apocalypse Love is a smorgasbord; a soundtrack for these troubled times, a buzzing light through the haze of uncertainty, at the end of that long corridor in the Lips’ favoured smoke-filled nightery.”
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