Yhe band wanders through a double album’s worth of textural seas without catching much fish, often too busy appreciating the scenery and not working the net harder.
Leatherface’s tough-and-gruff, Fugazi’s hyper-emotionality, and an innate Japanese ability to contort melodies into visions of blood-dripping cherry blossoms.
Comparisons to Manic Street Preachers are sure to surface, but Poor Rich Ones finds its own identity around vocalist William’s cool, ethereal falsetto.