Post-punk revisionism half-hour. (If even that, it's a four-track EP.) Ok, to save any buggering about - Buy This Now. Don't waste any more time than you have to, just put yer hand in yer pocket and shell out for this. It's a cracker.
I'm not quite sure how I'm going to fill a near page with only four tracks to work with. Probably resort to gibbering about biscuits in a funny voice for a couple of paragraphs, or indulge in some post-modern 'pieces to camera' a lot like this. Er. Right...
I probably won't be thanked for banging on about possible influences on this EP, but so you lot out there in buying-things-land have some clue why this recording appeals to me so much, it's because it sounds like... Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, The Cure, Modern English, Tears for Fears, OMD, The Janitors, New Order and Japan. Usually in random and unlikely combinations, but always from the early to mid 80s parts of their respective careers. All of these are good things, as is the obvious progression from their earlier EP. (Seems to be the issue for that sort of thing.) Where once the songs were scratchy and angular, they now have the sheen imparted by a jolly good polish by Recording Experts. Or something a lot like that. Is this better, one's bound to ask? Well, yes. I think so.
The thing is, of course, have Messrs. Lilac and Ambush expressly set out on a path of sounding like early 80s Peel-bands? It must be pretty galling if they've either never heard of any of the bands I mentioned above, or would prefer to be compared to (say) Comsat Angels or Throbbing Gristle. Or indeed Comsat Angels AND Throbbing Gristle, but stuck in a lift and scrapping over who gets to piss in the empty bottle. Which would obviously be a pitched and bloody battle, given that Genesis-P is well known for the amount of ironmongery in or attached to his tadger, and it is further well known that knocking more than the usual one hole in your plonker makes it approximate a watering-can with sprinkler attachment. Thus, the members of Comsat Angels, who would no doubt be fully cognizant of these facts, would fight tooth and nail to keep the putative piss-bottle for themselves so as to avoid their trousers and the immediate lift-area being liberally sprayed with rockstar-piddle.
Of course, that's all rather unlikely. I would imagine Messrs. Lilac and Ambush never think of such things. Or, if they do, they've wisely chosen not to communicate such in song form. I think I should stop now. Before Uncle Marcus has a fit.
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