Like an instrumental spiritual successor to Glasgow's incredible The Amazing Snakeheads, this is seething with effortless noir menace and rebellious 50's cool. A smouldering single that I so wish could have evolved into a full-length release and project.

Magnificent melancholia, often recalling the later work of the late great Dale Barclay, to whom the album is actually dedicated; made even more powerful with the presence of the ever-divine Laura St Jude as well. Haunting neo-folk from one of the greatest post-punk musicians of present day.

A phenominal slab of post-punk brought to life by Kafkaesque tales of urban decay and vicious obersvational commentary. Gone are the Cure-like jangle-pop anthems of old; here Sweaty Palms are nastier than ever experimenting with a thundering wall of noise rock, no-wave and reverb-laden drone, driven by pulsing synths that recall the likes of early Death in June, Nine Circles, Joy Division and The Fall, whilst creating a sound that's also entirely their own. Stunning.

Humans of Late Capitalism answers that age old question of "what if Doctor Who had regenerated into Alan Vega instead of Sylvester McCoy?" Undoubtedly a question we've all asked ourselves during our more lucid moments. Pomade-laden electrobilly from a hazy CRT-televised and Betamax-pirated retro-future. Ronnie Rocket and his band of time-traveling cyber-greasers have created a truly unique homage to Casio, Cadillacs and cosmonauts. If only the future truly felt this exciting to explore!

For me this is Natalie Pryce's magnum opus; showcasing a less manic but more sultry cocktail of dark Lynchian blues, jazz and experimental art rock, backed to even loftier heights than ever before by the inimatably gorgeous voice of Laura St Jude. Somewhere between David Lynch, Nick Cave, Tom Waits, Mike Patton and a cigarette butt floating in a bottle of Buckfast exists the nocturnal brilliance that's Natalie Pryce... and this is the deliciously decadent cream of their crop.

Following a brief detour into Alan Vega-inspired cyber-rockabilly on Humans of Late Capitalism, Natalie Pryce return one last time to the dark realm of their subversive and macabre brand of jazz-infused art rock before saddling-up and riding out West to explore country. Every bit as strong as the original trilogy before it, the only tragedy is that Bad Men was never brought fully to life in the video medium too, as the first three were. My mind's-eye is sadly nowhere near as visionary as theirs!

Natalie Pryce at their most Badalamenti; a dark instrumental descent into a Twin Peaks-styled realm of Lynchian madness that demonstrates just how talented this group are even without Mark Swan's magnificent storytelling and twisted characters to help magnify the madness.