This came out in 1999 – or at least that’s when I got it. Here’s what I said about it back then (with some minor editing):
Listening to the irresistible idiosyncrasies of post-punk freaks Prolapse makes you feel like one of those cartoon characters with an angel on one shoulder and a devil on the other.
On any given tune, in one ear, chanteuse Linda Steelyard seductively croons about “lonely nights and telephone hiss” — while simultaneously, in the other ear, demented Scot Mick Derrick rants and raves in his Trainspotting brogue about septic tanks. Meanwhile, underneath the bickering, the band churn out wide swaths of angular, dreamy post-punk seemingly inspired by The Fall. It’s as disconnected and disconcerting as it sounds — but it’s also more wondrously captivating than you could imagine.
