It’s hard not to admire a bloke who will happily enthuse about a book by David Icke, crib from Queen, Sabbath and Berlioz and mention the northern hemisphere of Mars in the title of his band’s new single. This fantastically florid, surf/space-metal opus is the sonic equivalent of a folly fashioned from chintz and even Bill Bailey would have trouble taking the piss out of it. Respect perversely due
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