⚡ High-octane. Urgent. Defiant. This track is a rebellion in motion, lead single from their upcoming album Corporation P.O.P (out June 27, 2025).
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The Doomsday Clock is ticking. The title references the symbolic Doomsday Clock, measuring how close humanity is to catastrophe.
Influences:
🔹 Jean-Jacques Rousseau – Humanity’s self-imposed shackles
🔹 John Betjeman’s “Slough” – Satirical destruction: “Come friendly bombs.”
“A bouquet of bullets and an appetite to crucify.”
“Born into chains in a world that’s gone insane, so goodbye.”
Lyrically sharp. Emotionally raw. Unapologetically urgent.
🔺 Opening riff – Sharp, frantic, demands attention.
🔺 Massive chorus hooks – Cathartic, rebellious energy.
🔺 Breakdown section – Guttural intensity, one of their heaviest moments yet.
No pauses. No breathers. Just a headfirst dive into chaos.
90 Seconds to Midnight is a warning, a fight, a last dance before the collapse.
🎸 Unfiltered. Explosive. Reckless.
💣 Hot Milk is setting the tone for Corporation P.O.P—and it’s chaotic as hell.
Hot Milk’s latest single, “90 Seconds to Midnight,” is a high-octane statement of rebellion, urgency, and frustration. Serving as the lead track from their upcoming sophomore album Corporation P.O.P (set for release on June 27, 2025), the song channels chaos into an explosive blend of punk-infused rock.
With a relentless energy, sharp lyricism, and an unapologetic attitude, Hot Milk delivers a track that captures the existential anxiety of a world on the brink.
The title references the symbolic Doomsday Clock, a measure of how close humanity is to global catastrophe. Lyrically, the song weaves in philosophical influences, particularly from 17th-century thinker Jean-Jacques Rousseau and poet John Betjeman.
Vocalist Han Mee explains that Rousseau’s idea of self-imposed shackles mirrors humanity’s own role in its downfall, while Betjeman’s poem Slough provides a satirical take on destruction, embracing the idea of wiping the slate clean: “Come friendly bombs.”
Lines like “Born into chains in a world that’s gone insane, so goodbye” emphasize a sense of entrapment and disillusionment with modern society. The chorus’s imagery of “a bouquet of bullets and an appetite to crucify” underscores themes of violence and societal collapse. The song doesn’t just lament this state—it leans into it, amplifying the chaos through raw, urgent delivery.
Hot Milk stays true to their signature punchy, anthemic style while pushing it further into heavier territory. The song opens with a sharp, cutting riff that immediately demands attention. The mix of aggressive guitar lines, pounding drums, and fiery dual vocals from Han Mee and Jim Shaw create a sense of unrelenting movement.
This sonic barrage mirrors the lyrical theme—there is no time to pause, no moment of calm. The song barrels forward like a countdown to disaster.
“90 Seconds to Midnight” is Hot Milk at their most defiant and dynamic. The song captures a volatile mix of fear, humor, and resistance, urging listeners to confront the chaos head-on. With its powerhouse instrumentation and thought-provoking lyricism, it sets the stage for Corporation P.O.P to be a bold, unfiltered commentary on the modern world.
As the clock inches closer to midnight, Hot Milk ensures we’re dancing in the fallout.
For those who wants to hear the song firsthand, the song is on Youtube.
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[Verse 1: Hannah Mee, Hannah Mee & Jimmy Shaw]
Your manifesto, it’s all a mess though
Seen better prose from magazines in Tesco
You spark an essay and what you say goes
Three pints down and I bet you think you’re Rousseau
[Chorus: Jimmy Shaw, Hannah Mee]
Born into chains in a world that’s gone insane, so goodbye
They got a bouquet of bullets and an appetite to crucify
The gaff’s on fire, it’s too far gone
The guns for hire are at the door
Pray to your God, come friendly bombs
[Verse 2: Jimmy Shaw]
Div on the TV, it’s like he sees me
Bouncing by the ounce until I feel queasy
Here’s a reset, nuclear sunset
No onе’s getting out alive
[Chorus: Jimmy Shaw, Hannah Mee]
I was born into chains in a world that’s gone insanе, so goodbye
They got a bouquet of bullets and an appetite to crucify
The gaff’s on fire, it’s too far gone
The guns for hire are at the door
Pray to your God, come friendly bombs
[Breakdown: Jimmy Shaw]
Sit down and listen, argh
Tick tock on the doomsday clock
We’re the VIP’s of the aftershock
Tick tock on the doomsday clock
We’re the VIP’s of the aftershock
[Chorus: Jimmy Shaw, Hannah Mee]
Born into chains in a world that’s gone insane, so goodbye
They got a bouquet of bullets and an appetite to crucify
The gaff’s on fire, it’s too far gone
The guns for hire are at the door
Pray to your God, come friendly bombs
Come friendly bombs
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