I don’t feel entirely qualified to review this record, but I do like this sort of thing once in a while, and this album grabs me. The bulk of this record contains drudgey, echo-laden drums with lots of Bauhaus-style rim shots and washy moaning. It’s less minimal and less precise than Throbbing Gristle, but eerie and ominous in a similar way. There are few vocals; when the vocals come in the pace is pushed into the realm of slower Jesus And Mary Chain songs. But I like the washy stuff the best. It sounds like the score to a good movie. The title, Island Records, is oddly appropriate even though it’s not island music the way you generally think of island music. Like Martin Denny on Quaaludes. It just works.
–Billups Allen (Skrot Up, skrotup.com)