Subtlety and nuance isn’t, you suspect, at the forefront of Cold Cave head honcho Wesley Eisold’s mind as he sits down to write another massive industro-synth number. This is a loud, big, throw-the-kitchen-sink-in record, and it works. Following on from 2009’s highly praised Love Comes Close, the album has enough danceable material to soundtrack any bleak disco, and conjures up images of the most appropriate listening place being an abandoned warehouse somewhere in an industrial estate on the edge of Liepzig. Cold Cave embrace their influences wholeheartedly and though hardcore fans of Depeche Mode, Bauhaus etc may view them as an imitation, it is anything but pale.
[etRating value=“ 3.5”]
[etRating value=“ 3.5”]
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