RFTC are just havin’ a good time workin’ with a guy (Kevin Shirley) who produced Journey records and another guy (Jim Dickinson) who produced Cramps records.
Powdery, girl-woman vocals drive deep into voluptuous minor chords, evoking something of Elastica, an element of Garbage, and a good measure of Eurythmics.
The relentless barrage of bleak symbolism and stylized squalor can get a tad wearying in a single sitting, but you’re unlikely to find better all in one place.
Imagine the hopelessness of Kids melding with the amusing anecdotes of The Breakfast Club, though perhaps Clerks might offer a less glitzy alternative.