This Time implies that they have got it right as dashes of My Bloody Valentine take hold. They seem to be carving some sort or niche with Loving as they hoover up all the daydream ephemera they could get their ears around.
What Was I Thinking is a suitably distressed missive of a myopic lifestyle. It breezily opens up to Spiritual Intimidation which catalogues the life of cliché and myth – nevertheless coming through the experience enriched – before the beautifully futile Heartcore whizzes past like an electrified Kate Bush seeing a vision as displeasing as a jaw with multiple toothaches.
Inner Lover is a gentle plea relying on primitive beats. Ambitious by its very minimalism, the band may well accept that this is their last stab at glory, but you are left unsure whether they are even seeking such a goal.
Deliberately avoiding any possible criticism of being overbearing, Land Of Talk could be the reincarnation of a band like The Sundays as they re-align contemporary music and clearly suggest that you have to fight for your right to wallow. By the time Macabre drowns out the album, the listener feels like some rediscovery has been made of a slow burning gem.
