Crossover
Space Death

Within the four minutes and 13 seconds of the electro-morbid “Black Mess,” first track and single extracted from the new album, RatBoy and RatGirl send everything-and-everyone, without mincing words, à “Fuck You” for 37 consecutive times: a tenacity that is somewhat unusual.

Now: it may well be true that deep down they are just charming swashbucklers and young impetuous daredevils and that even the album, although carrying a moderately mediocre electroclash mishmash, isn’t all that bad after all; they even took the trouble to coin a new genre: Gloom.

However: allow me, only occasionally and entirely, to put myself in the essential perspective of adapting to the interlocutor, to assert that: àffare into the coulo they could, if they so wish, safely go themselves, perhaps, if they want, even to linger there indefinitely.

Also because of the remaining nine tracks offered here, almost none are up to the level of the, in its own way, memorable major single.