Great, evocative stuff. Futuristic Goth, instead of that medieval, pipes in the woods & tribal drums stuff. Morbid Angel meets Eno. In Tron-land. Fantastic.
They really oughtta come to terms with the fact that they’re better at dippy, punky pop than filtering the Beatles through too many Goo Goo Dolls records.
Hope Nicholls’ larynx-tearing style is strongly reminiscent of The Runaways’ “Cherry Bomb” played through an 8-track player that had a speedball spilled in it.