This is a passionate scream of an album. Sounds creep up on you, slamming into your cranium like a pickaxe. Hints of Mogwai and Spiritualized (the early Spiritualized, before they became pop stars with gospel choirs, Abbey Road EPs and Ladies And Gentlemen We Are Floating In Space) peek out at every turn, making it clear what kind of an audience this band are going for. These guys don’t want mainstream acceptance, they want to do everything on their own terms.
This is a sinuous, slow-burning, sexy album that takes its time to reveal hidden depths, drawing you further in with each listen, just as every good album should.
It comes as no surprise to learn that the piece was produced in isolation (somewhere in The Scottish Highlands). This album has a heart but it is a cold, unforgiving, vengeful beast that will either kiss you or kill you.