The Horrors have been accruing momentum ever since Samantha Morton's innards exploded across the Chris Cunningham video for 'Sheena is a Parasite'. Three singles on, they continue to mine the same rich vein of stomach-churning goth-rock grotesquerie.
A clamorous maelstrom of guitar, drums and organ, 'Gloves' sounds like the Clash playing on a fairground ride in a '60s B-movie starring Vincent Price. Singer Faris Rotter howls about hands bursting through his ribcage and imagines himself 'hacking desperately at a sea of appendages'. It's visceral in every sense of the word.
As a piece of music this single is vomitously disagreeable, and I mean that as a compliment. Like the horror movie genre itself,
the Horrors might have a narrow and specialist appeal but there's no denying they're very good at what they do.
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