On Apocalypse Love, the Black Lips cryogenically mutate all recognized musical forms while spinning 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. 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.