The Rapture : House Of Jealous Lovers

Conceptually flaccid and consequently useless...

Everything about this feverishly eclectic New York trio reeks of a gum-gnashing desperation to be perceived as slightly experimental. Thus, in their quest for avant-garde acceptance, they give us toy cowbells, shouty vocals, a battered kitchen sink, bilious guitars, a shrieking black hole where a chorus should be and a mouse tap-dancing in a deserted warehouse, like [a]ARE Weapons[/a] with their beards stuck in John Lydon’s food processor.

Conceptually flaccid and consequently useless, as the actress said to the drunken PiL fan.

Stephen Dalton