ROMANCE

LOVE IS COLDER THAN DEATH

Romance’s latest album, Love Is Colder Than Death, soujourns in the monochrome world of noir—a slow dissolve into gaslight and murky fog, where desire meets deception, and every whispered promise carries the weight of remorse.

Following the mythological ambience of Wings Of Desire and Infinite Light with Not Waving, Love Is Colder Than Death unspools like a forgotten reel of celluloid, its soundscapes evoking the chiaroscuro melodrama of private eyes and femme fatales, love-trysts steeped in duplicity unraveling beneath rain-soaked neon reflections.

Shot through with moments of ecstatic release, such as the wistful, elegiac loops of ‘We’ll Always Have Paris’, the bleak and uncanny lament of ‘In The Night’ or the baroque orchestral drones of ‘Kiss The Blood Off My Hands’ Love Is Colder Than Death stalks the shadows of an America that never was—an imagined past of Venetian blinds and the fug of cigarette smoke, where lust and betrayal dance in lockstep. The album channels the existential dread and surreal detachment of haunted Los Angeles, the hot dry Santa Anas winds rattling through mountain passes - a world where, ‘no one is what they seem, and nothing is what it should be.’

A modern fever dream in the lineage of Dashiel Hammett and David Lynch, Love Is Colder Than Death takes the listener on an irresistible descent into a noir ambient masterpiece.