As you shift up through the gears past five or six (or whatever the top one is on a car these days) you notice a little ‘S’ at the end, glowing as if it was made of the purest neon. Do you dare pre…. Yeah, of course you do because you’ve got a sneaking suspicion it’s going to bring you something huge like, perhaps, a track from Sands that feels heartier than a family-size pack of bacon rashers on a Sunday morning.
Rumbling along with menace and a swagger so cool it never sees the pace remotely pick up past that of Liam Gallagher after a particularly heavy night on the town, every beat comes thrust at you with intent as though it were saying ‘and what?!?’ right up close to your face. This feels like it has come straight out of the ’90s with no regard whatsoever for anything other than its own coolness. Fortunately, that’s something it has in bags – and not Tesco carrier bags either, mind, but some swanky leather gear it picked up down the local charity shop at a surprisingly reasonable price for a designer brand.
Now I probably can’t advocate getting any poison in you but I reckon it’s definitely worth getting some ‘Poison In You‘ in you. That makes complete sense, this’ll have you gazing at your laces in no time at all.
We Close Tonight 