Joy Division drudgery and Gang of Four angularism, these guys sneer and shimmer and bassbassbassbass+drumdrumdrummachine their way through 12 backhanded whytry pre-Smiths giveup simmerings. Slowly slowly.
It's the perfect bridge from the 70's to the 80's, post punk through and through, with little synthy touches, with nuanced, shimmering, glitteringly faceted guitar tones all throughout, with a couple of choice fucking lines (I caught a falling star // it cut my hands to pieces -- is this the blues I'm singing?)
Admirable, curious, unfun, an unignorable bauble, a shiny object you pick up on the side of the road and go "huh!" and either take home and treasure of set back down and are very slightly haunted by forever 3/5
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