This came out in 2004 – or at least that’s when I got it. Here’s what I said about it back then (with some minor editing):
Choppy angular guitars, shambling post-punk grooves and brother-sister vocals that switch between yelpy angst and deadpan indifference collaborate to make jittery New York trio Blood On The Wall a lot more raucously enjoyable — and surprisingly dancable — than their morbid name would suggest.
