This track can go either way, really – swaying and mincing along in roustabout jollity, it could fall into Caesars ‘Jerk it Out’ territory, not quite making the cut, or it could be the sort of track the new Tarantino puts in his rip-off of Pulp Fiction_ a decade from now. More rattle, more sleaze, more threat.
Context would point to the latter. For now at least, **Black Lips remain safely distanced from the ears of ad-men and the hip, clean dudes trapped in promotional set-pieces for Fosters, Vauxhall etc.
And long may it continue that way - ‘Veni Vidi Vici’ is a great bit of slack in a taut, strung-out runt of a record; not saying anything new or anything at all really, just happy to sit there, shoulders slunk back, exuding its stink of cool to all in the immediate vicinity.