While their shows are compulsive punk’n’roll demolitions, there have always been other sides to The Love Junkies. Here their destructive bouts of neurosis are tempered by lovely ennui-sodden passages.
Although the airplay-gobbling title track is oddly not present, there’s ample compensation in the form of ghostly drifters Goodnight Ellen and In The Belly Of My Beast, which ramble between pleasant street and lachrymose lane; conjecturing as to how many layers of the onion The Love Junkies can peel with passive-aggressive rock.
