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Bony, spindly post-punk spawned in early-80s Leeds. Like Siouxsie and the Banshees, their songs are marked by waves of drum-circle beatings that sit at the front of the mix and cutting lead guitars that blithely titter around in the shadows behind. Yet I wouldn't lump them with bands of that sort as much as I would poppier ones, like Gene Loves Jezebel, the Cure, Love and Rockets. It's the prominent presence of drum machines, which square the arrangements nicely for dance floors, and the flat attack of Mark Sweeney's voice, a bossy baritone that slaps with a snarl.

Think the Killing Joke with some of that pretty-boy glam-rock veneer worn off.