Known for her nihilistic, drug-fuelled bangers, Swedish singer Tove Lo’s last album explored sexual gratification of the intense and immensely candid kind. Blue Lips – presumably a female equivalent to the frustration of “blue balls” – is a continuation, undulating with clubland heat, raw desire and forthright lyrics. “Nipples are hard, ready to go,” Lo refrains in robotic yet sensual tones on lead single Disco Tits. The rest of the album follows in this vein, even the slower songs swirling with mesmerising rave euphoria. Solid if formulaic, Blue Lips peaks with unfaltering vocals and the kind of humid, polished production that would make Jack Antonoff jealous.
