“Rather than a Nick Cave album, they should be named after something by the Jesus Lizard or Mudhoney, such is the monstrous noise they make. Singer Harry Waugh bawls cavernous Palma Violets gang chants over slabs of psych rock sludge that, at their most melodic, resemble the Stone Roses, Spiritualized and the Sex Pistols in a monster truck pile-up and often build to crescendos they’ll only be able to get on to record by demolishing the studio on cue” The Guardian
