You Shriek had the same problems as Fracture: A bad mix of electronic and human noises. They rushed around, trying to do everything, not achieving their goal.
Howling at the glistening orb of life, reveling in Dionysian abandon, his clothes started falling off his body, revealing a glistening chest, tight and hard.
The music was uneven and unintentionally jarring, what with certain samples jumping out in the mix, giving a choppy, unrefined sound. But I know they’re good.
The singer was a slim boy, with black hair and an absolutely gorgeous face. He sang like a young Robert Smith. The music was fluid, graceful, and moving.