A reasonably brief album’s worth of what I call chilly punk, and everybody else calls the much more respectable cold wave. Park it somewhere between Arctic Flowers and Flowers In The Dustbin and you’ve got the right idea. Gloom and frost and typewriter fonts. It’s got a little too much punch in it to be entirely shrugged off—those guitars aren’t screwing around—but there’s a part of me that was wishing the songs themselves were a little more nuanced.
–keith (Crude City, no address listed)