Luvcat's Lipstick-Stained Manifesto
In a landscape cluttered with performative personas and aesthetic cosplay, Luvcat rises like a blood moon – authentic, sincere and gorgeously grotesque. Her debut album Vicious Delicious devours gothic strangeness whole: think Nick Cave’s menace meeting Robert Smith’s mascara-streaked melancholy, filtered through a distinctly feminine lense that’s entirely her own.
Luvcat’s worldbuilding is both lyrical and sonic, a fever dream of velvet, venom and vulnerability.
The album kicks off with a wink and a whip. “Lipstick” is flirtation as invitation, swinging open the velvet curtains to the cabaret of Luvcat’s world. It’s theatrical, immediate, and unapologetically femme, setting the stage for the delicious chaos to follow.
Then comes “Alien”, a moment of quiet sincerity brushing against the ache of not belonging and being just a tad too strange for the room. It’s a familiar theme, but Luvcat makes it feel new again, steeped in sincerity rather than self-pity.
The album’s origin myth, “Matador”, birthed the Luvcat persona, and she’s stayed fiercely loyal to its sonic DNA. There’s nothing left to prove, just a reminder that she knew who she was from the start, and never once flinched.
Creepy, crawling, and deliciously unsettling. “Spider” slinks across your spine like a whispered threat showcasing Luvcat’s ability to translate her lyrics into soundscapes that bite.
According to Sophie Morgan (Luvcat), “Emma Dilemma” is her favourite song she’s ever written and it shows. It starts off playful, almost manic pixie, before spiralling into full-blown madness. It’s theatrical, chaotic, and heartbreakingly human. We all have a little Emma Dilemma in us – messy, impulsive, craving love and destruction in equal measure.
Then comes the gut-punch. “Laurie” is a morbid, self-aware meditation on anxiety and romantic catastrophizing.
“What if he suddenly gets run over before I get over myself? / What if he accidentally has a baby with somebody else?”
It’s brutal in its honesty, and Luvcat doesn’t flinch. She lets the fear speak, lets it sing. The result is one of the most emotionally devastating tracks on the record – a quiet panic attack in song form.
Once an unreleased live favourite, “Blushing” lands with full force on the record. The bridge is a chaotic masterpiece – unexpected, strange, and somehow perfect. Luvcat name-drops McDonald’s, The Jacaranda Basement, and other oddities that shouldn’t work lyrically, but do. It’s like overhearing a fever dream in a Liverpool alleyway. The specificity makes it intimate; the weirdness makes it unforgettable.
And then, the finale. “Bad Books” goes full cabaret meltdown – circus drums, theatrical flair, and Luvcat practically purring by the end. It’s camp, it’s chaos, it’s catharsis. She claws down the curtain, a perfect ending to a record that never once played it safe.
Vicious Delicious is a lipstick-stained manifesto, demanding your attention from start to finish. Across thirteen tracks, Luvcat proves she can be daring and strange, heartfelt and theatrical, grotesque and gorgeous – all at once.
This record isn’t just for the weird girls who wear too much eyeliner and never leave the house without red lipstick. It’s for anyone who’s ever felt too much, wanted too loudly, or danced alone in their bedroom like it was a stage.
This debut proves that Luvcat is here to stay. And Vicious Delicious leaves bite marks.
VICIOUS DELICIOUS OUT NOW.
M. Müller, 2025