If people only die of love in the movies, then Hollywood’s version of Silver Summer’s debut full-length DIE OF LOVE just might burst with final curtain calls. While nobody explicitly takes their last bow over the course of DIE OF LOVE’s 10 tracks, there are plenty of little deaths: in the backseats of a Buick ’88 and a 1982 Chevy Malibu; in Microtels and drug den apartments; on sweaty dance floors and balconies at dawn, and on any highway stretched like a thirsty vein between New York and California.