In the deepest hour of nightfall, an explosion occurs on
the horizon. An explosion so bright that daylight shows,
just for a moment. For the brief second, the landscape
is exposed, vulnerable, like the alb of a high priest.
4 figures stand on a stand of gold leaf, staring out
into a slow sea of crude oil. Invoke a violence from
the sea, they say. The light goes out, and stays out.
She Luv It carries in them an energy similar to a ritual of violence
that can be heard in the music of Northern Europe as well.
The recording quality is bright with vocals that chug through an
almost cassette-like sound. Bent notes harken back to Northern
European scenery of "woods" and "darkness",
but where they waded into shit politics rather than better
music, She Luv It begins on a sturdy foundation of technical
skill and intentional sound. Invoke the violence in yourself,
stare into the black sea, and scream until your throat
bleeds. This is She Luv It.