This album doesn't push any boundaries
This Brummie trio’s relentless hard work has brought them (minor) cult status on the toilet circuit, so bravo for that. But is hard work really enough? What about excitement, sexiness, storming the boundaries? There’s none of it on this, the band’s third album. Sure, their emo-punk (‘[b]Electricity Vs The Dead[/b]’), directionless noise-pop (‘[b]Concret1[/b]’) and countless other guileless strains of Brit-rock are noble enough. No-one questions their commitment to the punk rock cause, but really this is music for message-board moderators and the greasy-haired sycophants who hang around too long after gigs, and precisely no-one else.