Reviews / Album

In Guards We Trust is manipulative indie pap that’s manufactured for the slaves to fashion, advertising and summer festivals.

By album-end a noticeable song structure appears – gentle meanderings that swiftly ease off and come back full bore.

The high points of Honeys aren’t as frequent as King Of Jeans, but they’re better. Best listened to while sweaty, stinking and despondent.

All up, Holy Fire is not bad, but it isn’t great, either: it’s the Coke Zero of musical evolution.

You’re Nothing is the sound of a one-time hype band making good on their indubitable promise.

The blissed out feel-good notes that Mitzi hit across this accomplished album make it the perfect soundtrack for those memorable good times.

The greater breadth means grizzled metal fans may not appreciate certain aspects of Digital Lies. Most other heavy music fans, however, are sure to be willing to hear their truth.

It’s the audio equivalent of overdosing on red cordial; pure, woozy, adrenalised hyperactive euphoria, which while it may leave you with a slight headache, won’t have you regretting a single minute you spend with it.