Few records this year will be as sinister and camp as this debut from a bunch of self-styled ‘gay biker-house, soft-goth’ practitioners from Paris. One minute you’re in some after-hours club with ultra-gurning stragglers listening to bleak-as-Luton techno (‘Brenn Di Ega Kjerke’) before waking up at a Nine Inch Nails gig (‘Blood Shot Eyes’). It’s ridiculous, but in a provocative (like Suicide) way that should do it for fans of Depeche Mode… and Norwegian death metal.
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