MUCH has been moaned about the fact that the Curve album turned out like a long Curve EP. Yeah, alright - so should they have done a couple of reggae numbers, or what? The Curve album flies down a great dark tunnel of sound and, not surprisingly if you've been listening carefully, relights with a flamethrower the spluttering candle of the best 'goth'. Stamped with the sound signature that makes them as instantly recognisable as a T Rex or a Sisters, it should be taken as one full-length scary-sweet ride, but if highlights must be chosen, the title track, the fuzzed up riff of 'Ice That Melts The Tips' (you wot?!?) and the closing 'Sandpit' all qualify.
review by Robin Gibson (nicked from 'Volume' issue 3, dated May 1992)
MUCH has been moaned about the fact that the Curve album turned out like a long Curve EP. Yeah, alright - so should they have done a couple of reggae numbers, or what? The Curve album flies down a great dark tunnel of sound and, not surprisingly if you've been listening carefully, relights with a flamethrower the spluttering candle of the best 'goth'. Stamped with the sound signature that makes them as instantly recognisable as a T Rex or a Sisters, it should be taken as one full-length scary-sweet ride, but if highlights must be chosen, the title track, the fuzzed up riff of 'Ice That Melts The Tips' (you wot?!?) and the closing 'Sandpit' all qualify.