Tortured mathrock by an English band whose star shone briefly, but incredibly brightly.

Occupying the same sonic territory as Hot Snakes, Slint and Faith No More at their most berserk, the four-piece childhood friends create a particularly perverted take on art-punk. LOEB's songs are strangled into submission - Sha's visceral screaming creating nightmarish sonic visions; scrawls of guitar and a 'no-bass' manifesto evoking an image of a band trapped on an icy alien world removed from all human contact.

Uneasy listening at it's best.