Fans of London post punk quartet Battle will almost certainly be familiar with this track. Given away on their website a year ago in demo form, it's been the song that's garnered the largest applause at their live shows, and is also quite possibly their finest moment in an already impressive catalogue of material.
There was a distinct feeling that a full, commercially backed release would make them bona fide stars, in the alternative world at least. So unsurprisingly, here it is - a nicely polished, saleable in the shops version, served up as a taster for an imminent debut album.
Singer Jason Bavanandan still sounds as twitchy and paranoid as ever, and the lead guitar riff is still the most intricate and piercing noise you're likely to hear until the next Editors single. Certainly, the influences are pretty standard - Cure, Joy Division et al - but when done well, never fails to sound fresh and really rather good. And when there's universally accessible, I-can't-hack-the-modern-grind lyrics like "Every weekend is my only vice, let me drink myself to death, to forget about the rent", who are we to complain? Room for one more? Go on...
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