Witt’s spastic acting is distracting, and although the love and despair between the two girls is almost believable, the movie communicates its point muddily.
A mix of prog rock and Boston-baked powerpop, Elsewhere wear influences such as Rush, the Police, and ’80s British synthpop on their sleeves with pride.
Listening to this is like going through your grandmother’s jewelry box – there’s some great stuff you’re just dying to put on, and there’s some real junk.
If they like something, they’ll describe it and cross-reference it. If they hate it, they’ll pick it apart, citing specific inexcusable faults of the CD/band.
From chant-a-long, scarf-wavin’ oi to somethin’ akin to a punked-out Dexy’s Midnight Runners, to new-wave-punk fusion and back again. A nice one to have.
France’s Treponem Pal’s advent material was a metal-heavy behemoth with a thin veil of electronic augmentation. The synth-basting bits are now more pronounced.