review from the nme :

"In which East Anglian whippersnappers let their imaginations run riot, pretend that it's still 1987 in indieland and then do a fair job of convincing everyone else that the past eight years didn't happen. Cue fey vocals and squabbling guitars, distorted and distant, all spaced out yet impressively bracing. A sound of the kaleidoscopically-lit, floppy-fringed, pointy-shoed variety he observed with a furrowed brow and half-eaten prawn sandwich. Smashing orange vinyl as well"