on 6 April 2002
This collection of EPs from the sessions of the preceeding album 'Crocodile Tears and the Velvet Cosh'showcases David J. in a more band-oriented mood, than we typically find on his records. Sadly I haven't heard the aforementionned album to compare the two.
(If you're out there MrJ can we see a re-release please)
The vibe here is distinctly theatrical rather than personal, the band are excellent and execute the vicious cabaret textures with style.
The lyrics are arch and literary- no bad thing - indulging D.J.'s passion for the cerebral side of things, but there is no shortage of evisceration here, and MrJ.'s scalpel is as sharp as ever.
If you want some variety in you aural diet you want this feast of backstage assasinations.