Injecting liquid metal into a light sabre and twirling it like a majorette, the semi-grime stalk of ‘Hater’ has a bloodless, zombie diva vocal from woman scorned Rachel remaining oblivious to this industrial game of Breakout. How this then arrives at ‘Biker Walk’ is a total mystery, riding in on horseback for a moccasins and tomahawk round of folk chanting.
3 Out Of 5
Reviewed By: Matt Oliver
