WHO ARE THEY? Philippe Charbonneau and Jamie Kronick, a duo of dark-hearted post-romantics and master synth manipulators who dwell in the depths near the seventh circle of Hull, Que.
WHAT IS THIS? Their second full-scale assault of brooding, bruised, bilingual electro-rock and synth-pop treatises on the exquisite tortures and torments of tainted love.
WHAT DOES IT SOUND LIKE? Leonard Cohen and Suicide collaborating on an awesome soundtrack to an updated remake of Phantom of the Paradise.
WHAT WOULD BE A BETTER TITLE FOR THIS ALBUM? Take Away Your Summer, Make Every Day Your Bummer.
HOW SHOULD I LISTEN TO IT? While cutting your exes’ eyes out of all your old photographs with a razor blade.
WHAT 10 WORDS DESCRIBE IT? Somber, pitch-black, tense, futuristic, antagonistic, experimental, cacophonous, hazy, off-kilter, intense.
WHAT ARE THE BEST SONGS? The joyless buzzer Justice kicks things off with a chugging bass-heavy bang; Days on End comes on like a futuristic sci-fi soundtrack; loi fuses pounding percussion and paranoia into a post-industrial fever-dream. And there’s plenty more where they came from.
WHAT WILL MY FRIENDS AND FAMILY SAY? ‘I’m not sure whether I want to kill myself or someone else.’
HOW OFTEN WILL I LISTEN TO THIS? Whenever you pay an unexpected visit to Dumpville.
IF THIS ALBUM WERE A DRUG, WHAT KIND OF DRUG WOULD IT BE? Heavy barbiturates — if not serious opioids.
SHOULD I BUY, STREAM OR STEAL? If you can’t give them your love, at least give them your money.
