It's all a bit drum'n'bassy in the background and in-yer-face orgasmic up front and in the middle there's lots of widdly-widdly, screech and dan-nang.

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Bellatrix : Crash

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Bellatrix : Crash

OK, so they’re Icelandic and the rock-hard blonde sexmonster singer is a secret opera singer who plays the violin, munches puffins and wanders the icy fjords of her native land dressed only in a hugely horned helmet and hand-tooled cowboy boots. So what? Bigot! At their best [a]Bellatrix[/a] boot the bollocks off Anubis, the ancient Egyptian dog god, without breaking into a sweat. And this is [a]Bellatrix[/a] at their best. So bye-bye, Anubis-bollocks, bye-bye! It’s all a bit drum’n’bassy in the background and in-yer-face orgasmic up front and in the middle there’s lots of widdly-widdly, screech and

dan-nang. What more could you possibly want from a pop record?

Steven Wells