Generic overblown indie nonsense. I guess if you loved the Manic Street Preachers when they were at their pompous heights then you might be interested in a female fronted version. But I wouldn't all rush at once - while there's nothing here to actually force me to hurl my speakers through the window and down 13 floors to their sudden death, there's also nothing here that can possibly convince me to ever bother listening to it again.
At least the Manics had the good sense to release a couple of albums of firebrand punk miserablism before becoming fat and boring. Spy 51 seem to have gone straight to the bloated period.
I'm sure they are planning to work with an orchestra in the near future for even greater gravitas. Ultimately uninspired and forgettable.