TWIN PEAKS: "DANCE THROUGH IT"
With blood in the sink and a stab in the back, Twin Peaks have made their return. Hinting at something sinister, their first single “Dance Through It” is as ominous as the Friday the 13th release date for their new album Lookout Low. Rife with subtle satanic references (33 20s a 5 and a 1), you can’t shake the feeling that there's something mystic lurking beneath the loose energy and devil-may-care lyrics.
Slinking and smouldering, “Dance Through It” is nothing short of spellbinding. Strangers sulking in the corner of the bar, secrets whispered on the dance floor, the exchange of sly glances and quick escapes, the single has a dramatic edge that cuts like a knife. Dropping you into the same Lynchian universe as the red curtained room and the Roadhouse, Twin Peaks flirts with the supernatural in the same way the cult classic did.
Bringing this subdued sense of horror to the streets of Berlin, the video directed by Ariel Fisher and Léo Schrepel depicts the faded elegance and macabre glamour of the encounter. Unfolding through sophisticated tea spots and stumbling through subway stations with a stab wound, the gore and grandeur create a magnetic juxtaposition. Cinematically striking from the blurry vhs shots to the suffocating room full of flowers, the violence that was once disguised is now glaringly obvious.
Still you can not suppress the hedonistic urge to side step your problems even if you spend all night looking over your shoulder. With a bluesy undertone and funky bassline, there is a danger that persists even as James insists ‘she’s got pretty bad news raining down/but she hasn’t missed a step all night.’ Expanding on sounds first explored on tracks like “Tossing Tears” and “Come For Me,” there’s a nostalgic flare reminiscent of classic rock. Complete with tambourines and an anthemic chorus, it’s easy to see how trouble can get lost in the shuffle.
Progressing from the sludge of Sunken, “Dance Through It” feels like a natural next step. Maintaining that bewitching energy, Twin Peaks has always been one of those bands you can just get lost in - something inexplicable in their delivery that you automatically recognize as special. Whether it’s the infectious enthusiasm of “Making Breakfast” or the mellowed out twang of “Come For Me,” they possess an otherworldly charm that makes you believe it when they say ‘when she can't do it, she dance through it.’