New album from this contemporary London DIY group who expand on the atmosphere of suburban ennui and cracked English surrealism practiced by The Shadow Ring, Well Crucial, The Strolling Ones, The Homosexuals et al. The Pheromoans expand on the basic post-punk appeal of bedroom recordings with an approach to songcraft that would enliven it with all sorts of accidental, brokedown detail accompanied by odd social commentary and an obsession with the underbelly of consensus English ‘culture’. Some of the songwriting here wouldn’t be out of place on one of the early Flying Nun sides, particularly w/aspects of Axemen, but there’s a more deconstructive side to the group that infects the garage band blueprint and that makes for an excellent addition to the shelf somewhere between Walden, Lambkin, Treacy and Ball. Plays at 45.