Album Review: Luvcat - Lovebites

4.0 / 5

Luvcat shows off her two sides, combining sweet romance and sickly death into a beautifully cohesive EP.

Luvcat is a woman of contradictions. Much like the striking contrast of her blonde-and-black hair, there are clearly two sides to her: the warm, charming storyteller who speaks softly about romance and poetry, and the darker, chaotic figure whose stories spiral into death, obsession, and disaster. Somehow, both sides coexist perfectly across Lovebites, her haunting new four-track EP.

What makes Luvcat so compelling is that, speaking to her in person, you would never immediately believe the madness she sings about comes from real life. Yet chaos seems to follow her everywhere, including last week’s Soho press launch, where even the venue owner abruptly told Luvcat herself to “fuck off” while journalists scrambled for a final few minutes of interview time. It felt bizarrely fitting for an artist whose world seems permanently balanced between glamour and catastrophe.

Each track on Lovebites plays like a self-contained murder ballad. “He’s My Man,” featuring legendary poet John Cooper Clarke, turns domestic devotion into something sinister, following a housewife slowly poisoning her husband with arsenic because she cannot bear to be apart from him. “Vampire at the Beach” transforms toxic romance into gothic fantasy, draining affection dry through smoky guitars and eerie piano melodies. “Silent Killer” draws from Luvcat’s real-life near-death experience involving a carbon monoxide leak in her London flat, while “Electric Chair” drifts romantically toward Père Lachaise cemetery in Paris, wrapping themes of death and devotion into one final theatrical flourish.

The EP is brief, but beautifully cohesive. From the ghostly piano lines to Luvcat’s mesmerising vocals, Lovebites perfectly captures her world: seductive, theatrical, romantic, and dangerously unhinged.