HITCHING the deadly-nightshade beauty of Cocteau Twins 'Treasure' to the savage guitar blitz and spine-juddering hip hop bpm's of The Jesus & Mary Chain's 'Sidewalkin'', Curve struck gold with a string of EPs and this blanket-bombing debut LP. Frosty, unemotional charges miss the point somewhat. The dismembered dolls on the cover and titles like 'Split Into Fractions' give a fair warning of the confused, bleak, existentially fragmented picture Halliday and Garcia were aiming for, doubtless motivated by those tricky personal times in the mid-'80s. Anyway, what a bloody marvellous racket.
review by Andrew Perry (nicked from 'Volume' issue 8, dated November 1993)
HITCHING the deadly-nightshade beauty of Cocteau Twins 'Treasure' to the savage guitar blitz and spine-juddering hip hop bpm's of The Jesus & Mary Chain's 'Sidewalkin'', Curve struck gold with a string of EPs and this blanket-bombing debut LP. Frosty, unemotional charges miss the point somewhat. The dismembered dolls on the cover and titles like 'Split Into Fractions' give a fair warning of the confused, bleak, existentially fragmented picture Halliday and Garcia were aiming for, doubtless motivated by those tricky personal times in the mid-'80s. Anyway, what a bloody marvellous racket.