A CREEPING cynicism is encouraged by the cover: The Horrors, a band out of Southend, evoking the imagery of the New York Dolls.
This image - literally - lacks the humour and vivid colour of The Dolls, whose anarchic effect served to lower the standard of rock music across the board. The Horrors will have no such effect.
Their stark, monochrome pose is massively reflected in this one-dimensional album that loses focus within a matter of seconds. Beginning with an unfortunately cover of Screamin' Lord Sutch's Jack The Ripper (now rendered politically incorrect and, frankly, not particularly funny first time around) the album strikes a hollow chord before settling to a depressingly unemotional state.
Futile comparisons to The Damned abound in the music press. But what was darkly spontaneous now seems all too contrived.
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