An orgy of perversion, luxuriating in decadence, wine spilled on stained silk bedsheets, camping it up, turning every tear into a tsunami of overblown emotion.
Formerly a side project of Lync’s Sam Jayne, but now a full-fledged band, this first release shows off all the pre-requisites for your basic indie-rock combo.
The songs blur together into a swirl of distortion, throat-shredding vocals, and machine-gunning double bass drumming, but that’s certainly not a bad thing.