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.
Full o’ tunes that are both catchy and melodic but thanks to tenacious, aggressive use of the rhythm section, they take on a heavy, slightly unpleasant feel.
Rollins Band had a hard act to follow in Skunk Anansie. Skin compels you to watch her, her motions intriguing, falling somewhere between sinewy and robotic.