Taking the bright guitar lines of luminaries like The Chameleons and early U2, Cardiff navel-gazers Chain of Flowers pummel those glistening leads under dense, rushing feedback and layers of shoegaze aesthetics. The end effect is something as aggressive as early Joy Division and PiL, but with all the anger you?d expect from modern post-punk bands like Iceage, and with the surprising gothic romance found in Swedish pop-metal titans HIM. Their debut self-titled album is an expression of existential anger, as fist-pumping as it is blood-curdling in its passion, eight songs that are determined to be as much for the listener as the composer.
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