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BLACK LIPS - Satan's Graffiti Or God's Art? 2LP
$38.95
Includes download code.
Gatefold sleeve, double LP.
8th studio album sees the Black Lips emerge with a grimy masterpiece that brings their sound back to their pissing-in-their-own-mouths chaotic heyday. If Underneath the Rainbow scared you away, Satan's Graffiti should bring you right back.
"As its title suggests, Satan’s graffiti or God’s art? invites oppositional, Rorschach-test interpretations. It is at once the Black Lips’ most sonically elaborate album and its most aggressively primitive. The band wrap the songs in a cinematic, carnivalesque clamor, but shout themselves hoarse as if they were still trying to hear themselves over a blown-out church-basement PA. Weighing in at 18 tracks, Satan’s graffiti or God’s art? assumes the form of a concept album while making a complete mockery of the medium. There are overtures and interludes and reprises and spoken-word passages, but no discernible logic holding them together. Which could very well be the point—when a band as notoriously unruly as the Black Lips opt to make a double-album opus, don’t be surprised when they come off like a group of road-tripping teenagers who’ve scored a Groupon for a five-star hotel and opt to take a dump in the bidet." - Pitchfork
Gatefold sleeve, double LP.
8th studio album sees the Black Lips emerge with a grimy masterpiece that brings their sound back to their pissing-in-their-own-mouths chaotic heyday. If Underneath the Rainbow scared you away, Satan's Graffiti should bring you right back.
"As its title suggests, Satan’s graffiti or God’s art? invites oppositional, Rorschach-test interpretations. It is at once the Black Lips’ most sonically elaborate album and its most aggressively primitive. The band wrap the songs in a cinematic, carnivalesque clamor, but shout themselves hoarse as if they were still trying to hear themselves over a blown-out church-basement PA. Weighing in at 18 tracks, Satan’s graffiti or God’s art? assumes the form of a concept album while making a complete mockery of the medium. There are overtures and interludes and reprises and spoken-word passages, but no discernible logic holding them together. Which could very well be the point—when a band as notoriously unruly as the Black Lips opt to make a double-album opus, don’t be surprised when they come off like a group of road-tripping teenagers who’ve scored a Groupon for a five-star hotel and opt to take a dump in the bidet." - Pitchfork
