Whilst flipping through the vinyl that laid the foundation for my temperament, I glimpsed the ghost of this sad lot. I was reeled in by 120 Minutes tooting the horns of blasphemy on this one and misplaced pubescent adrenaline into buying the album. Trust me in that the best that I can say for this is that the first single is the best of the rest. Elusive yet catchy begets boredom, yet bubble gum goth prevails. Goth vixens nixed by intent storm the beaches of Hot Topic en masse engorged.