The first impressions aren't all that promising.The wise folk at NME rave about them (well, when they cease blathering about The Horrors for a second) and they're named after the chief villain in Thundercats.
Thankfully, however, they're about as far from Farris Rotter and his vapid gang as it's possible to get, and there's no danger of a concept album about Lion-O's adventures on Third Earth. Forget indie cool or style over substance - this is pop music, essentially. Big, shiny, ambitious pop music that spends three glorious minutes making you feel nice and warm inside.
Having kicked up a bit of a storm on the NME tour- and having made The Horrors look like the talentless loons anyone with an ounce of sense always knew they were - this release can only take them on to bigger and better things. There's a few more gems where this came from, too, so watch this space. The hype may just be true.
