Curve were Garbage before Garbage were Garbage. They made dense, swirling, slabs of noise that sounded like Bela Lugosi trapped in a lathe. Now, they're back. And evidently, hell hath no fury like an old goth scorned. Guitars swirl like witches' capes and antique flange pedals are slaughtered on the altar of absolute pointlessness. "We're staying together for the sake of our memories" wheezes Toni Halliday on 'Perish', a confession akin to the Pope declaring his fondness for cassocks.

review by Sarah Dempster (nicked from 'New Musical Express', dated 26 October 2002)