Aggressively disconnected post-punk, as Curtis mutters with secondhand menace, drum machines click on forever, and sheetmetal guitars shimmer in and out like ragged ghosts. Too often the band just seems to let the song pass through them, but when they tighten up and rachet up the tension, as on Atrocity Exhibition and Colony, the result is bracing, exciting rock and roll.
Better as art than music, it's worth hearing as a point of reference, but it's almost exactly no fun at all 3.5/5
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