If this dastardly doodoo of a disc had audibly existed in the early 1990s, the effeminate English VJ lout, Dave Kendall, would’ve slavishly showcased this group constantly on MTV’s 120 Minutes. They repetitiously possess all of the unexceptional markings of classic late-night musical muddiness: Michael Hutchence/Trent Reznor-style vocals, hot’n’heavy discotheque guitar sputterings, bohiney-twistin’ bass thumpings, hollow tribal drumming, heartburn-ridden synthesizer burps, and sporadic fruity spurts of spazzed-out horns. Damnit, damn you, and damn me. This is the INXS (and Midnight Oil and Duran Duran) of Epitaph. I’m gonna go chew on an empty beercan now and hopefully choke on it. Thank you.