This album has been treated by the specialized press, the kind that cries miracle for every singer-songwriter who sticks their fingers up their nose while strumming an Ovation, as a shoddy clone of the most inspired new wave. Durans and Power Station got mentioned, but we're not there.
It's not a stale summer dance hall revival, nor is it a festival of superficial pop references. Here, there are guitars, and they are sharp. A bass that cuts through the air. A crude, mocking, and often hypnotic voice. Here is a band that, if it keeps its promises, is poised to solemnly echo the serious new wave (Echo & The Bunnymen at the forefront).
The fact that it is published by Parlophone and not Sgurz Records means nothing. Matters of principle are the excuse of the foolish.