Supporting Nick Cave for a few select dates in the autumn seems like the natural trajectory of Cigarettes After Sex. The cinematic brainchild of Greg Gonzalez relies on the emotional intelligence of their audience, spins literary aspirations into lyricism, and delivers perspective with an androgynous tone will surely do well with the Bad Seeds’ fanbase. The band have just shared a number details of performances with Cave. It seems appropriate that in a relatively short time the Brooklynites are garnering high praise from their high peers.
Celebrating the first year anniversary of their self-titled debut album, Cigarettes After Sex also released a standalone track called “Crush” and it delivers everything fans love about the band.
Written and recorded at the same time as material shared on their album, “Crush” lends weight to the gravity of the Cigarettes After Sex universe. With beats that mark a significantly spaced-out tempo, and the signature reverb pedal tilted high, this single lands like cool mist at a time when many artists are vying for the heat of the summer playlists. Few things come as cool as Gonzalez’s voice as he measures the progress of inter-personal relationships, and it’s no different here. The calm authority with which he delivers a description of desire echoes deep like a well.
“I wanna fuck your love slow / Catch my heart, go swim / Feel your lips crush / Hold you here my loveliest friend” The string of small observations and personal details bring focus to bigger things. Gonzalez is a lyricist that can make a suitcase placed on a bed emblematic of love, decline, or disaster. Here he plays with the personal artifacts and times of such incredible intimacy everyone gains entry, because we’ve all been there, alone. And so we feel together with the confession of thirst, desire, and slow-burning passion.
We can only wonder at the decision to not include “Crush” in the sequence of tracks on Cigarettes After Sex. The timbre that echoes out across those tracks is here, and the contrast of cool delivery with smoldering sensuality continues to deliver the kind of magic we heard in “Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You Baby”. Perhaps it’s the isolationism of the song’s subject matter than lead to a standalone release. Whatever the reason to hold back, the celebratory tone that comes with recognizing a landmark debut is very welcome. And like all other Cigarettes After Sex releases this thing sounds good when blasted across a canyon of rooftops, or in the headphones during quiet moments. It should feature on those autumn nights when Nick Cave is in the house.
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